August 26, 2012
My husband Bob and I met brother Mike at the Hill Prairie Winery near Oakford, Illinois. We had a wonderful time, drinking Prairie Barn Red, and listening to Hurricane Ruth. Can that woman ever belt out a song!
We heard her at a bar in Petersburg around fifteen years ago. At that time, she reminded us of Pat Benetar. The band now bills itself as a blues band, but I must say, she rocks as hard as anyone ever rocked. Her “Take Another Little Piece of My Heart” had the grapes dancing on the vines.
We have a special place in our hearts for Janis Joplin. December 1, 1970, my friend Vicki and I were moving into the third floor of an apartment building on Lowell Street in Springfield. During our many trips up several flights of stairs, we heard Janis’s voice coming from one of the second floor apartments. That afternoon, we decided to knock on the door of that apartment and ask if we could use the phone to order our own phone.
A blond-haired, blue-eyed nineteen-year-old man opened the door. After we ordered the phone and left the apartment, I said to Vicki, “He’s mine.” The rest is history.
When I lay claim to something, I mean it. That was almost 42 years ago. This Saturday, we will have been married 39 years. I always thought of “Bobby Magee” as our song.
Anyway, thanks, Ruth. We thoroughly enjoyed the show.