In my "In Box"

Prof. Gizmo here. Just saw that you were heading out. Man, I wanted to take you out for dinner. I thought you were leaving in Aug. You need to know that you did more for magic in Seattle than anybody ever has. Steve Minch included. Thanks for your kindness and hospitality. You will be missed. Jean wanted to give you a hug too.

I will look you up whenever I get to LA. My son and brother in law live there, so we will pay you a visit. We'll go out for dinner then. I wish you all the best. Thanks again for your kindness.

Tell Buster to keep on picking. He's picked up the guitar quickly. Hopefully he can make it pay. He's in the right town to do so. Please keep in touch when the dust settles.

Missing you already

-Gary & Jean (Gizmo)

In my "In Box"

From Wil

you are the best friends a fella could ever expect and as much as I will miss having you around I couldnt be happier to see you moving into such an exciting new place... I envy the stories you will create, the friendships you will have and the love you will always share.

you two have seen me through some of the biggest growths, happiest moments & most devestating experiences of my life, you've paced me step for step, carried me whe I couldnt walk and dropped me on my ass when I got lazy and kicked me in my ass when I needed it... I'll never forget any of the time we spent together be it sessions or swords, smoke or drink, ugly or beautiful it was all fucking amazing and I wouldnt trade a bit of any of it, even the hard times. If you ever need me you know where to look, you can have my ear, shoulder, roof or the shirt off my back... what's mine will always be your's for the
asking.

may each and every god and goddess shine on your path and keep you safe and happy... youve both got all of the magic you need to lead you to happiness few people ever even get a glimpse of, and that magic resides for you in each other and in the limitless possibilities you have before you. be well, take care of each other, give Polly a hard time and love her like only you are capable.

fuck em up, fool em bad and make em pay top dollar for the privelage!

may the wind be always at your back
may the road rise always to meet your feet
may your sails be full when you set out to the sea
and may it always be the other guy who says
have a seat my brother, this drinks on me.

all my love, all my thanks and all of my hopes that each of your days is wrought with magic, beauty, truth and an unbeatable buzz. take care boys and look out, I called the mayor of LA to warn him the Frank clan is heading their way!

your friend always,

Wil~

Goodbye Seattle

Life is filled with adventure

Life is filled with magic

Some is wonderful and some is tragic


So ends another chapter in my life. No, scratch that. This is really a whole new book I'm about to start. Same story, different book. . . kind of like Lord of the Rings.

Whatever. . . What I'm trying to say, is that this blog is really part of the last story. Getting my drift? I'll probably finish up when I get to LA. Maybe one more post to tell you all that I arrived safe and sound.

It's been an interesting experiment to become an online living soap opera. But as with most shows, eventually they get cancelled.

Thanks for all the support, friendship & love.

The haze has lifted and I'm finally through it.

All I can say about where I'm at is. . . "YOU AIN"T SEEN NOTHING YET!!!!!"

Pic du Jour - From the archives

Performing at a company pic nic in 1986. Cincinnati, Ohio

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Moon over Seattle

King of The Road

Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out clothes and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.

I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Pic du Jour - From the archives

The year 1977. I was 12 years old performing at Mimi Lisner's 6th Birthday Party.

Packing

Leaving on a jet plane. . .

Well, Buster is off to spend the rest of the summer in Cincinnati with his mom. Next time I see him will be at LAX a week before school starts.

Over the last few months we hit heads a bit, but it all turned out OK in the end. Buster is onboard with this whole new life thing in Los Angeles and I just know he's gonna love it.

I hope he has a great tim back in Cincy.

I know I'm going to be having a great time with Polly during his vacation.