RIP Phoebe Snow

Monday afternoon I fell asleep and dreamed of my dead friend James. Before he died we agreed he would contact me if he could. During my nap it felt like we were talking through Skype. I told him I didn't have my camera hooked up and he reached through on Skype and handed it to me. He told me that someone was going to die that would make me sad. There was something about Poetry or a blog. The dream felt very real and I even heard the sound of his voice. I have had precognitive dreams before of people going to die that have come true, so it really made me wonder who this was going to be.

Today I picked up the paper and learned Phoebe Snow died yesterday. She wrote and sang Poetry Man. It was her big hit. She gave birth to a severely brain damaged daughter and she put her music career on hold to take care of the girl.

My friend James introduced me to Phoebe Snow because Poetry Man was one of his favorite songs. So when I read of her passing it clicked, this is who he said was going to die that would make me sad. And in the dream were the words poet and blog. So I'm blogging about the Poetry Man song and Phoebe Snow.

I was able to see her live at Sunfest one year when we lived in West Palm Beach, Fla. It was very crowded and I don't generally like crowds. But i was able to wiggle my way up to the front and stood right below her as we all swayed and sang with her. It was an awesome evening that I won't forget.

So here is Phoebe Snow singing Poetry Man. I hope you all enjoy her like I do.


One day I had lunch with some friends. Bob, a short, balding golfer type about 69 years old, came along with them---all in all, a pleasant bunch.

When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups, except for Bob who said, "Ice Cream, please. Two scoops, chocolate.

I wasn't sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast. "Along with heated apple pie," Bob added, completely unabashed.

We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time. But when our orders were brought out, I didn't enjoy mine.

I couldn't take my eyes off Bob as his pie a-la-mode went down. The other guys couldn't believe it. They ate their lunches silently and grinned.

The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Bob. I lunched on white meat tuna. He ordered a parfait.
I smiled. He asked if he amused me
I answered, "Yes, you do, but also you confuse me.

How come you order rich desserts, while I feel I must be sensible? He laughed and said "I'm tasting all that is Possible.

I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should. But life's so short, my friend, I hate missing out on something good.

This year I realized how old I was. (He grinned) I haven't been this old before."
"So, before I die, I've got to try those things that for years I had ignored.
I haven't smelled all the flowers yet. There are too many trout streams I haven't fished. There's more fudge sundaes to wolf down and kites to be flown overhead.

There are too many golf courses I haven't played. I've not laughed at all the jokes. I've missed a lot of sporting events and potato chips and cokes.

I want to wade again in water and feel ocean spray on my face. I want to sit in a country church once more and thank God for His grace.

I want peanut butter every day spread on my morning toast. I want un-timed long distance calls to the folks I love the most.

I haven't cried at all the movies yet, or walked in the morning rain. I need to feel wind on my face. I want to be in love again.

So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having dinner, then should I die before night fall, I'd say I died a winner, because I missed out on nothing. I filled my heart's desire. I had that final chocolate mousse before my life expired.."

With that, I called the waitress over.. "I've changed my mind, " I said. "I want what he is having, only add some more whipped cream!"

This is my gift to you - Live well, love much & laugh often - Be happy.