If you have a few minutes and Quicktime, please listen my latest podcast. Originally written in October 2006, this story chronicles the ever-evolving relationship with my sister, Christina.
(PS. Excuse the photographic glitch at the end. I'm new to Garage Band and couldn't figure out out how to make it right.)
Credits
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I couldn't hear anything:(
I'll check on the German's computer later.
No sound here either, Diane.
I could hear it--lovely story, but oh, the piano solo in the background, what is that? I LOVE THAT TRACK!!!
i love these podcasts about your family. very revealing and moving and yet still kinda fun to listen to (or read).
I really enjoyed listening Diane. Many parallels to my own story of my relationship with my sister.
I loved it! And you have such a sweet sounding voice.
:)
Diane - You sounded totally professional! And you can play the piano as well! ;-) Great idea, these podcasts.
Well Diane... YOU GOT ME! I found this very moving and not just because of your lovely radio voice either. It brought back memories of childhood and my younger brother. He and I were even closer in years that you and your sister. In fact we were both born in the same year... but his story did not in any way turn out as nicely as your sister and yours did, although it (at first) sounded eerily familiar. You see, after he took off to “conquer the world” on his own, it led down a path to drugs and alcohol abuse, a failed marriage and ultimately to a life of sleeping under bridges and eating out of trash cans while all the time bumming money off of people to keep himself in drugs, booze and cigarettes. I do often think of him and when I was still living in So. Cal. I used to see him walking about in Newport Beach or Costa Mesa and pick him up and would take him to get something to eat. We were quite a pair… me in my suit and tie and he in his smelly disgusting rags on his back. He would always say; “They won’t let me in there!” But I used to say “they will if you’re with me!” I never had anyone say a word to me about why I had him with me or refuse to serve him. I would not however give him money, because I knew exactly what he'd do with it. A childhood friend of mine from my old neighborhood used to see him around town and keep me appraised that he was still alive, but I was always amazed trying and to figure out HOW! That friend of mine passed away of cancer about a year ago, so I don’t really know what my brother is up to these days. All I really know is that he has been “living on the streets” since I was in Vietnam in 1969. But, I just wanted you to know that you have MOVED ME! ~ jb///
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