Tuesday night I did my ritual of stopping by the Ding Dong for a beer—half price Tuesdays—Krissy, in all her tattooed glory, was bartending, supplying fine strands of fulfillment for us souls needing comfort. I was not alone, behind me was a well dressed Latin man ordering a short drink and a smile. Krissy introduced us in a effort to relieve her burden of entertaining, but we were not there to socialize.

I spied a couple I knew sitting at a round table, the husband worked on the Street and now teaches math in a New York public high school. He would engage me with theoretical discussions of calculus and rock and roll. He informed me that he was “Waiting for a friend” definitely a higher calling then being a groupie for the barmaid. I blurted out that I produced the Rolling Stones Video “Waiting for a Friend.” 734 He quizzed me not believing all he hears in such a context. Asking what bar they went to in the video. I did not know. CBGB I was told. Live and learn. These past memories are now common knowledge of thousands of fans. James Braddock training camp in 1937 held that place for my father—Glory days.

Scanning pictures into this site I looked long and hard for a couple of stills from that music video. They were no where to be found. First I suspected my brother, and then I remembered I accused him of lifting a photo from another project 663 only to discover my copy later. Then I though it might have been my ex Wife who filled in as a production manager because of union issues. She ran around with a clipboard and flirted with the stars. She managed to get an autograph copy of Mick and Keith. I lifted the photo during our divorce, so it would only be fare if she had.

Living in the past becomes as ill fitting as an old suit. You need to move beyond the glory and the grievances. Actually, living those days was no picnic. The events unfolded like a blockbuster on the movie screen, too quickly to comprehend. Now life is richer, knowing who you are and who you are not—Confident in your achievements and accepting the short comings. The impermanence of it all becomes paramount—life is short—not to be squandered with unhappiness and regrets.