Tired of Being Alone (The Reverend Al Green)

I thought of my friend, Hope Kurtz, today. In 1985, I was a neighbor of her and her husband Steve Kurtz while we were all in graduate school in Tallahassee. We were all very different people from very different backgrounds - but in spite of it all, we found a way to become great friends. Steve taught me about punk and post-punk music - a decade I had missed altogether. Hope loved soul music and would come over mid-morning and we would listen to her favorite artist, the Reverend Al Green. Our visits were purely platonic and were only about the music. Hope died much too young in 2004. I do not know how many times since then that I have stopped mid-morning and played Al Green and thought fondly of Hope. I love you Hope - and Steve. RIP.