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THE LATEST FROM THE RANCHO
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
You would have loved the party Dave threw for New Year's, Fred. I hadn't been inside in many a moon, but it looks just as you left it. Your old compadres have a new earthlings? record out, and I'm looking forward to giving it a listen.
Ted threw an inaugural bash at the JT Saloon. Obama's ears remind me of you and your dad -- a sign of good character.
Sage has turned into a little man, running all over the place. You'd have been his favorite uncle, for sure.
Happy Birthday, Fred. Thanks for sharing so much with us...
Fred Burke
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The full moon rises over Joshua Tree. A crockpot full of chili bubbles in my kitchen.
Ted, Tony and friends just got done playing some Fred-written and Fred-inspired songs at Water Canyon. "Little Blue" and some great photos from the Rancho Missing Angel Juan party are gracing Ted's Myspace page, if you're a member. Hard to believe that shindig was fifteen years ago.
Tomorrow is the longest day of the year... I'd kill for a cigarette.
Fred B.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
negra
at 9:39 pm on march 3, 2008, negrita coyota mesquilita quinn-arce passed away peacefully, at home in joshua tree, nearly ten years after the morning she showed up at the door, as a puppy.
our precious angel was lying on her bed with her head resting on my lap. her friends tal hurley, john lee, and rose resurreccion-lee were at our side. she is wrapped in her soft white blanket, laid to rest in her beloved desert playground, behind the house, facing orion to the west.
sue bradley and ingeborg roberts arrived a few minutes later to share their condolences.
i see her running, free of the responsibilty of protecting me, elia and her latest charges, sage and his mother monet. i'll tell sage that negra's gone on a long walk, like the native americans who passed through our village today.
i imagine her running with her friends, duke and poncho, alongside fred, riding kashmir across the universe. i saw a shooting star when i had that thought.
i spoke - and cried - with elia after our friends had left.
we will always remember her for the joy she brought to our lives and the lives of all who knew her. we picture her as mini tin-tin, climbing the rocks over our heads, with the blue sky behind her, smiling as she gazed out on to the world around her, with a sparkle of light in her mascara'd eyes.
we will always be grateful for our time with her, and how she helped us get through the worst of times and enjoyed with us, the best of times, with love, empathy and loyalty.
we realise that this is the end of an era in our lives.
goodnight sweet girl. good girl.
ted
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