Hi Everyone,
This was just posted in Thomas Sullivan's monthly Sullygram:
Must close with this…
I miss you, Glenn. January 18th will be one year since you strolled into the shadows, leaving “a hole in the world” for fans, family and friends and effectively ending the legendary run of the Eagles. Funny how destiny didn’t throw a couple of Detroit boys together until we had wandered all over the globe separately. Same thing happened when I wrote a book for a famous mountain climber after the Everest disaster. It turned out we had played Little League baseball against each other as 12-year-olds in Bay City, Michigan. Destiny. Sounds corny, but with some people you feel it, know it. A couple billion people knew it was a touch of destiny when they heard your music with the Eagles. I’ve listened to it in a whisper-quiet stadium with tens of thousands of people holding their breath for every intimate nuance coming out of the speakers, and I’ve heard you sing me a song across a table, and it’s the same. You resonate something in the core of everyone’s soul. Do you remember a night when we had eaten at some restaurant either in Michigan or Minnesota and had gone back to the darkened corridors of an arena where you had just sung for a packed house? We suddenly realized we had to go in different directions, and we strolled apart, then turned to face each other. We were just silhouettes faintly lit by lights from the street. Neither of us spoke, but we knew we were fading from each other’s lives again for an unspecified time. No words needed, because the pause said, “See you down the road, amigo.” I treasure that. Thanks for all of it, my brother muse. The friendship, the laughs and the music that breathes forever though you’ve strolled again into the shadows. See you down the road….