Way back in the early days of my being a pianist/singer I met someone named Don. I had bumped into him somewhere in my travels and we wrote letters back and forth. We finally met in person. It was a good meeting; nothing romantic. He had a cassette of a song by the Arbons (from Ann Arbor Michigan) called "There Will Be Times". It was a pretty good song - I liked it well enough to learn it and Don got to hear it.

I went back home to Canada and I stopped replying to his letters after a while. He would send me mixed tapes he had recorded (CDs were not even on the horizon yet!) and would attach a note wondering if I thought he could be a recording engineer. Uh oh. I would reply that he ought to check out some schools and recording studios and find out what was involved. Etc. He plainly had an unrealistic view of me. (Ya think??!!? )

Today I was setting up my new (to me) computer. I had a printout of my sites and passwords etc and was re-typing them. In the course of doing that I briefly checked my one Yahoo mail account which I don't often use but keep around.

There was an email from Don! Just like that, decades later, out of the blue.

His message?
When are you going to record

" THERE WILL BE TIMES"
Don

This message was above a link to an "Arbors" recording site...totally a different spelling.

Do I email back and say, "Never."?


Yikes...