The Comforting Illusions of Friendship
by Geoffrey Clarfield (April 2011)
I can’t remember when first I met Richard and I can’t remember how we became friends but it may have been through music. I have a vague recollection that I met him at one of those jam sessions which were not quite concerts, where young teenagers from different junior highs and high schools within a subway ride of our school, would converge in the basement of a local Catholic Church, Our Lady of the Assumption, to play rock and roll. more>>>
Posted on 03/31/2011 2:28 PM by NER