Stories discovered inside 67 boxes of books, letters, photos and other items left to me and my sisters by our father, author C.D.B. Bryan, who passed away in December of 2009
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Midnight Cowboy, 1969
When film composer John Barry died January 30th I heard this melancholy instrumental for the first time in decades.
It took me right back to 56 Union Street in the mid-70's, raking leaves under the chestnut trees, shooting baskets on the dirt driveway, to bowls full of shelled walnuts and tins full of Pennsylvania pretzels.
Dad and Sam kept their record collection in the old saltbox's borning room. A tiny space with slanted wood floors built for women to give birth. We used it as a place to toss our coats, gloves and boots.
Barry won a Grammy for this record. It had already made its imprint on my soul long before I ever saw Midnight Cowboy in college.
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