Friday, January 9, 2009
The secrets that we keep
Early this morning I went skiing in Delaware Park and while I was skiing I had a terrible thought.
What if I became a great artist and some day when I was old someone like me, like me now I mean, turned up and began to write my biography? Including calling all the people who had known me throughout my long life?
That would be awful!
Because this morning while I was skiing in Delaware Park, a wintry slice of which is pictured above, I was by myself so I was passing the time thinking about the conversation I had with Leonard Pennario's old girlfriend's sister, the one who is going to Antarctica. She is going to Antarctica on Sunday it turns out.
What with all the excitement over the Wii and Howard doing the hula, I forgot to mention that I did connect with this woman, and what a fascinating conversation we had. There is plenty to think about, that is for sure! I could ski around the Ring Road three times solid and still not even scratch the surface of it.
Apparently this was a very dramatic situation a long time ago with this woman's sister and Pennario. The Antarctica sister, who has the exotic name of Eleana, told me that her sister, Diane, was so beautiful that men just fell in love with her and there was no stopping them. And Pennario was more smitten than most. She said, "He fell for her hook, line and sinker."
The situation stretched on for several years and eventually, as Van Miller would put it, the wheels came off. Note to out-of-towners: Van Miller is a legendary Buffalo sports announcer and the longtime Voice of the Buffalo Bills. "The wheels have come off" is a phrase he has applied aptly to many games and it can be applied aptly to many situations in life as well.
It can certainly be applied to what happened a long time ago with Pennario and this Diane, that is for sure. I know that for certain because of a conversation I had with Pennario that touched on it. The conversation makes more sense to me now that I have spoken with Eleana and I have more details.
That is what hit me with that awful thought. What if someone were to be going around decades from now hunting down details about me?
There are some details about me which, you just leave those details alone, you know?
I must say this: Thinking about all this fills me with wonder and gratitude that this great artist I had only just met trusted me to dig into his past -- not only his glories and accomplishments, but his embarrassments and disappointments and all the other not-so-great stuff we all accumulate. Sometimes I still cannot believe he did that.
I just hope that wherever he is now, he is not regretting it.