Don’t Let Me Keep On Walking

When San Geraldo and our friend Judy worked together in the ’70s, they worked with another Judy, as well. So they become known by their full names — Judy Shannon; and (the other Judy) Judy Barlup. I didn’t meet Judy Barlup for some time.

After Judy Shannon and I had known each other for nearly 5 years, she was staying with us at our house in Guilford, Connecticut, and San Geraldo asked, “Judy Shannon, do you want coffee?”

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I looked around and commented, “You can probably just call her Judy. She’s the only one in the house.”

And that’s when I learned about Judy Barlup. And that’s when San Geraldo and Judy Shannon realized how odd this sounded to others. Of course, from that moment on I began to refer to Judy at all times as Judyshannon (one word).

However, after an evening with Tynan, Judyshannon has come to be known as Judyshannonstreetwhut (or wha). Click here if you missed that recent post and would like to have a hairball’s chance in hell of understanding. 


Judyshannonstreetwhut (or wha) headed home Tuesday. San Geraldo and I escorted her to the airport by train. While waiting in the airport station for our return train, I looked up and noticed for the first time that the walkways above our heads are glass. And I loved what I saw, which really has absolutely nothing to do with anything else I just mentioned.

AND FINALLY:  THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL… WAS ONLY THE HEADLIGHT OF AN ONCOMING TRAIN.

Don’t let me keep on walking on broken glass…