It never ceases to amaze me the greatest things in life are free. A little tiny pat on the back, a smile, an acknowledgment that you’re doing well. But the advent in the digital world, many free things are forgotten. I was pleasantly surprised when I received a visit from Peter Poremba, the CEO of Dyn-alite, his beautiful wife, and his equally beautiful, charming daughter Olivia. I’ve know Olivia since she was born. She’s amazingly beautiful and bright. She made this get well card for me, which is out being framed as we speak. Olivia, thank you so much. Peter and Conni, you done good! A few snaps of Olivia taken approximately seven years ago, and her puppy Harley.
It’s a little known fact that JoAnne and I had an illegitimate son, by the name of Dylan (just joking.) Please understand across the studio just came a comment…”You’re out of your mind what are you saying?.” So let’s just be honest, I am out of my mind, I agree, it’s just the nature of the beast. Dylan at a very young age had a babysitter, by the name of Dennis Wheeler. Dennis’s art is in the permanent collection at the Museum of Modern Art. In my humble opinion he is one of the finest artists of our time. In those days we lived on the sea and rainbows were relatively commonplace. They usually happened after it rained…I never quite did figure that out. One day Dylan decided to paint rainbows. He painted, I don’t know, somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty different rainbows. I think JoAnne said to him one day, “Why don’t you sit outside on the stoop and maybe you can sell the rainbows to people who pass by.” (You can tell who the mercenary business person is in our small company) That’s why she is the brains and the beauty.
Dylan sat outside with the rainbows as people would come by and pick them up for 2 cents each. The timing on this was approximately ten months after Musician Doug Stegmeyer went on to playing bass on a different plateau. There was a knock on the door and it was Peggy Stegmeyer, who lived down the street. In her hand was one of Dylan’s rainbows. She very softly said, (I am paraphrasing) “Joe, this is the first time a smiled in almost a year.” I’ve been known to say, all the great things in the world are free and occasionally a great piece of art may only sell for 2 cents. But it made some one very happy.
Forty-five years ago in a small hospital a very small baby was born. He was under two pounds. For the most part his coloration was black and he had a slight hole in his chest. He was over 2 months premature. The first Doctor looked at me and said you have a son but he will not live until tomorrow. In a millisecond I went crazy. My son Joseph was on one hand the luckiest baby in the world as he had a mother and father who loved him and had a great Doctor, from France, who literally sat with him for almost 48 consecutive hours. Joseph spent 72 days in an incubator and beat all the odds and grew up to be a very special wonderful human being. Today is his 45th birthday. I originally wanted to say it would have been his 45th birthday. I’m not going to say that. I think about him everyday. Not one day goes by when I don’t smile when I think about him and not one day goes by where I don’t cry that I lost him. I will always love you Joseph. Happy Birthday Joe