Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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I remember Leeds. Your tambourine solo outshone our drummer. Don’t tell Charlie’s cutout, he’s sensitive. The van smelled like patchouli and rebellion. My ears still ring; not from the music, but your laugh. Reckon it could knock out satellites.

I'd be honored to duet again. I’ve tuned my walker to D minor and rigged the pudding cart to serve as a drum kit. Bingo Night may never recover.

Rock may slow down, wrinkle, and dribble on itself; but passion? That’s forever. If the staff lets me sneak out, I’ll meet you by the coffee vending machine. You hum “Brown Sugar,” I’ll pretend to remember the chords.

Forever yours in faceplants and feedback, Keith R. (Still rolling, just now with more cushions.)

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The Last Encore: Neil Young at

Golden Echoes Senior Assisted Living Center

Golden Echoes Senior Assisted Living Center in Burbank, Sudetenland, had never seen a night like this since Johnny Carson retired Karnak in a flurry of non-answers. The flyer promised live music with a living legend! Most residents figured