I want to write about this great old friend of mine Marc. Sometimes I feel like I actually am living in an Ingmar Bergman film...perhaps Wild Strawberries meets Fanny and Alexandra 24 hours a day, but last night I got real good news about a talented buddy of mine.
Marc and his wife Carolyn live on Vancouver Island. I remember them both originally from when I first had them over for New Years in the early 80's at my apartment in Parkdale. ( I remember the fashions they were wearing like it was yesterday )
I was living with Marc's sister at the time (lovely) and Marc and I were just getting to the part of connecting and feeling that we might be willing to make the long run of friendship for life.
Carolyn is a wonderful woman with tons of integrity and common sense, mixed in with just the right amount of whimsy and fun. Marc was a guy that stuck out in the crowd. Good looking and articulate, he didn't have any trouble knocking down the proverbial door.
We finally decided that well when we were young (cue the killers song) and we were going to try to explore and conquer different large cities together, go to the clubs, and more importantly play tennis together in exotic venues.
The end of the backstory is that we accomplished our goals... Many cities, many parties, many excesses, INXS, many articulated moments that resonated, but washed away in the morning light.
Chicago (seeing the warhol exhibit when I was there teaching dancing)
Montreal....On a whim with a whiplash smile in every club. MARC on the fire escapes.
New York City driving there on an idea, and arriving downtown in the Bronx as "Bad Medicine" was blasting on the stereo. The exclusive clubs that we found are way into and the late night Denny's escapades.
Victoria and "SWANS"....losing the car and rocking the hotels.
Bowen Island, (many times) I seemed always to have been pushing an envelope that really shoudn't have existed. The piano bar fiasco. Thanks for the patience, those days are definitely gone.
Millwaukee Wisconsin...This bit needs some editing.
Vancouver.....When I met my friend Sarah in Yaletown and I told her and her friend that Marc's real name was TAPESTRY....and that he was a poet/singer performer on a world tour.
There were many other occasions, but the ones that really resonate today were our Tennis matches. I remember all those different courts, all those different heat issues and scores I had to come back from in earnest.
Marc is a great player that loves a good challenge and we tried to fit in a game in any city or Island that we inhabited.
Our Tennis games have always been classics of the Connors/Mcenroe mode..they would go on forever, (3hrs) and in the end, there was a wonderful feeling of accomplishment, freedom and sportsmanship. Kenny Rosewell would be proud.
Marc took Radio and Tv at school and has been a Newscaster and Newdirector on the air for years now...20 years as I was just shown..Incredible....This guy is made for the pressure and made for the air.
Recently we have reconnected (Marc was on a sabbatical from the world) and I happened to mention something to him, some mumblings that resonated, about following his passion for being on air and doing what he does best..
Not sure what I said , but something hit home and now Marc is back on air , where he should be...I just love it when people find their work to be the thing they love...I am still trying to figure that labyrinth out. My words were really not that inspiring, but I am happy to see him back.
The Bottom line is that "he" has to have the energy and the drive to do it , day in , day out. That's where the real accomplishment resides.
I am so happy to be able to listen to Marc's newscasts again now on the internet and it is totally validating to the both of us and ofcourse his wife.
Marc you are the guy...I am happy to be along for the ride....Get that Tennis raquet ready... Buddy, you are back. BC watch out. Your world inspires mine, and that is the way it really should be.
RL
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