lenten journal

lenten journal: to be in the room

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

26 Feb 2021 — 1 min read

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We’ve got tickets for an online concert and conversation between Lyle Lovett and Vince Gill tonight. We had seen him at least once every year of our marriage until the pandemic killed live music.

to be in the room

it was early February long ago a first date in an ice storm my Tercel rose to the occasion and we made our way to Good Eats for dinner and then to downtown Fort Worth and the Caravan of Dreams to see Lyle Lovett for the first time

February is fading into March as we settle into a room of our own to listen to Lyle and Vince Gill play and sing from their rooms a long day meant I didn’t make much of dinner but here we are remembering all the rooms Lyle filled to sing to us

I miss being in the room to hear how the food sounds and the songs taste to look around at the tables filled with stories being told the host of humanity that has showed up to help us tell ours in quite a variety of venues

Good Eats burned down the Caravan of Dreams gave way to Sundance Square and it’s not the same on screen but when did we ever want things to be the same to be in the room with you is what makes the memory

Peace, Milton

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