Erratically updated blurbs on the life and times o'cat.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
A webspace for comments about Joey Gatski
"Mom!!!" The familar sound crashed with a new vibrance catching my attention. "Mom Joey has the BIGGEST mushroom in the WORLD - come see!"Post a Comment
I rounded the kitchen door and saw a familiar face, all smiles, head tilted as the children of the neighborhood gathered round. Pausing and listening I heard that wonder deep voice say, "Now, NEVER eat anything from the woods without talking to me or your parents about it. Mushrooms can be poison and No - Normandy, no Smurfs were hurt. Uncle Joey knows where they live and I'd never hurt little Smurfet."
Joey came in and chopped the basketball sized mushroom into gormet pieces, stir-fried it in other herbs he pulled from a bag in his coat and served the whole neighborhood.
And then there were the times he'd show up, guitar in hand at the river where I lived in a tent for a year and a half and toss me his bamboo flute. We'd play until tired then hold conversations that ancient Greek Philosophers would envy.
Joe is that tip of history that remained from the pioneers. He was a legend while alive and a mythic hero now that he's gone to the place the wildwood flowers bloom - with that pretty woman on his arm, the bottle of dandylion wine tucked into his coat and endless streams of beauty in his words ... I miss him.