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A very sad month this March. Cecelia’s mother Westein Boston Estrada died March 14 in Pasadena. Of course, my great debt to Wes is that she brought Cecelia into the world. She also let me into her world, which was a hard working positive place. She brought her children up much by herself, working long hours, to keep the house bill met, and keep the kids on the path. Very remarkable. Very spiritual. Wonderful to visit in Chicago. She would paint. She would make tamales. She appreciated things. I remember her bringing in the battery of her big black Galaxy between outings, to keep the Ford from being stolen. That is tough, but she was up. Life was hard, and she’d feel blue, but always happy to see you, to see family, to see the kids. Everyone was happy when they were with her, and full of fun though a teetotaler. I’d tell her a story, she’d say ‘Mercy!” She would thoughtfully send a little money to us, and say 'I am sending a skinny check.' Good humor. These two pictures here ...

This is the third site for this thing... Needed some fixing... it is an excerpt. I came to know Sunnyland Slim through Harry Duncan and Paul DeMark. It was through Harry as well that I came to know John Sinclair. John was doing a radio show in New Orleans, and writing and performing what I called ‘Blues Poetry.’ He heard of my book, ‘Sunnyland Blues’ through Harry, and was very generous in compliments. Years later we were able to hook up, and to converse for magnetic media. The idea I had was to take John’s commentary on the art of blues poetry, and scribe that into a screed or broadside that he might add to the folio he would peddle as he conveyed his messages in the States and the world beyond. We met up multiple times, but usually briefly and never quite pulled that type of thing together. But I talked to him via email just before he moved to Europe, and he was cool with the idea of me posting whatever it was I’d compiled anytime anyplace anyhow. Thinking way back - I described my ...

When Tiny Lund went to Egypt land It was as it was with him - as it was with Tiny Big! That was the joke! Barely fitting as he crawled in the driver’s window of the Number 21 Ford Dwarfed it if he stood Astride it. Red And white Number 21 ENGLISH MOTORS He’d go through flames and In and among the pyramids In his serial day high sweeping sprays of sand followed In the Ford late model stocker Raging through papyri tree groves the Nascar Desert Fox Lund Surprising all cause he wasn’t so fast but one day he’d win big. don’t blink. Tiny Lund Winks - chance speaks To the sphinx. -- Jack Vaughan, 2008