Here’s the transcript of a dream I had exactly one year ago. It started with Patrick before morphing into a travel dream. It’s presented here for your amusement. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
I sent this to Patrick on New Year’s Eve 2015 and just came across it again. Perhaps you’ll be entertained as well. It’s short, but densely packed with musical humor. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
I received this note from a private collector who has one of Norman’s paintings, shown here. I am sharing with their permission. As you’ve read recently, Patrick’s story about Norman has helped reconnect some long-lost family members. This information further extends the tale. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
For personal reasons I won’t be updating this site very much for the next few weeks. I still have a wealth of material to share, but the time to process it, format it for the web site, double check for duplication, and manage the underlying file system, all requires more than I can do right (more)
My grandson turned 1 three weeks ago and looked so dapper in his first birthday outfit. The suspenders made him doubly so, reminding me of Patrick. Here are the three of us making our fashion statements. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Patrick sent me this list of viola jokes back around 2014 or earlier. These originally came from MIT. In 2017 he and I had a conversation about this list of jokes, which has been posted on this site. FROM THE ORIGINAL EDITOR: Note: I’m moving a few things around to make maintenance of these pages (more)
This is Cassandra’s favorite story about Patrick and Stephanie, as told to us on 4 July 2019. I subsequently realized that Patrick wrote a tangentially related story called Oktav, the story of the harpsichord. It’s interesting to compare the two tales. Cassandra, Ed, and their son Jason were living on Ibiza, which is a different (more)
Don’t be alarmed by the title. I plan to stomp around in the dirt for many, many years to come. However, I think every now and then about Patrick’s stuff and what will happen to it after I’m gone. I’m the last of my branch of the family tree. My marker will likely read “The (more)
This morning I finally received the autopsy report. The attached letter read “It is unfortunate that it took so long, but there have been articles in the local press about the backlog in the courts and Medical Examiner’s office, so apparently this has been an issue for many people.” I am grateful to the embassy (more)
First off, because a few of you are concerned: I am safe and okay. These have been hard days here in Thousand Oaks. Last Wednesday night an ex-Marine murdered over a dozen people at the Borderline, a popular country music spot. Thoughts and prayers are useless. They don’t stop bullets, and they never will. The (more)
I am descending the Camarillo grade. Halfway down I see nothing but clouds. The entire landscape is obscured from view. It’s quite pretty this morning, in a chilly sort of way, and as I approach Exit 50 fog appears. I can still see the tail lights of the cars ahead of me, and the sound (more)
This applies to anyone who has lost a loved one so I’m sharing it here. It was given to me by a friend who had lost her young daughter because of a botched medical procedure. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
You do what you have to do to make a living….. Not one of Patrick’s proudest moments, but something more to add to the long list of things he did to get by. He wrote this in 2004. I remember Deià when the village was a haven for pornographers. A burgeoning nest of bohemian writers (more)
Patrick sent me this short recording a long time ago (the file date is 2003, but it may have been earlier than that.) He said it was the last nightingale of the season before all flew off to wherever they go next. I believe it was this song that filled his ears when he finally (more)
Here’s a newsletter I just received from an Arizona realtor. Given the difficulties and heartbreak of this year, and the challenges we’ve had to face with our personal losses, I found it an interesting read. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.