2 51s and 2 17s for Kenneth Gaburo

Your talk obscure, message clear:

Music and life from insight and vision.

We always follow each other around:

Melbourne, Darmstadt, Oakland, Illinois. An insidious

Italian-Jewish morphogenetic conspiracy of beer, talk and ideas.

Same places, same friends, same fun.

Spaghetti, our house: Zvonar, Richards and you.

No car, everyone slept over.

Chris and Katy's table: you and Warren.

Jody and I take you to Annšs, the Italian omelet:

"Should I eat it or live in it?"

I called it Gaburo-time, late at night even early in the day.

Boston/Lebanon, 1/30–2/2 1993