from the LP There’s A Riot Goin’ On, Epic Records, 1971All of us define the word “family” differently: for some it just means their immediate family members while others include any known connection by blood (no matter how distant or embarrassing), and still others are willing to go farther out in their definitions, counting close friends and, perhaps, even pets (guilty) among their own family affairs. As indicated, I wholeheartedly fall into the latter category, having decided for myself at an early age that blood only meant something if they gave a shit about me, and that I was likely going to be depending on friends as much as my parents or siblings when I envisioned the arc of my life. The reality has wound up being pretty close to the prediction, and had it not been for the compassion, patience & understanding from all the dimensions of my family, I can safely say that yours truly wouldn’t be sitting here composing this post right now. As we prepare to enjoy some good times with the Colorado-based members of our family over the next few days, my thoughts are also with the rest of my family who are scattered about north, south, east & west: mom, dad, Karen, Kristy, Kathy, Dave, Kelsey, Ainsley, Walker, Jessica, Ezra, Stevie & fam, Susie, Lynz, Jeanie, Verratti, Arlie, Whit & Liz, Gavin, Lisa, Serena, Andrea, Starr, Molly & fam, Mama Mac, and all the Olson’s, sure love you guys and miss all of you!!
