Okay, I delved into my past this weekend, and it meant a lot. I might do more of that, but I’m not going to revisit losing a friend in a terrorist attack again, for a long time. That is exhausting. The posts below told parts of the story, but I have to leave it with the right impression. Yes, I was friends with Walker Heywood before we started a rock group, but if I had to pick a lasting image to leave this topic with, it’d have to be the years when I was playing bass and he was drumming for one of the best rock and roll bands ever to play the desert kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Goodbye for now, Walker. I’ll visit the memories again later, but it won’t be soon.
Live at the Dhahran Theater