Mary Moran, Casady Maria..where are you?!

 

Damn..  I hate it when my pictures don't appear, and all I have are big blank X's..  Does anyone out there know why I get those?! 

Well, today is Columbus Day.  I'm off for the day, but kids have to go to school.  I had to drive over the hill to Santa Cruz so Andrew wouldn't miss his day at school, and afterwards, I did the unthinkable, and spent some time alone without the 2 1/2 year old!  It was nice, and I wish I could do this more often..

As awkward as it was, it was nice to just sit at a coffee shop, and eat my breakfast burrito and drink a cup of coffee alone.  The place wasn't too full of people, a few students, a few other women chatting, and some other men chatting amongst themselves.  I grabbed a paper, and skimmed through most of it--I had to do something to not feel so awkward.  I'm hardly ever alone anywhere, and with no one to talk to, I have to do something with my hands and eyes besides stare at people. 

 I did come across an interesting article about a band that was playing locally.  Hot Tuna.  Anyone hear of them?   The bass player is Jack Casady--who happened to be the bass player for Jefferson Airplane.  I met him when I was working with his wife, Maria.  Maria was a beautiful woman, who needed a part time job to make extra money to feed her pet dogs.  I don't think she really needed the money--just needed to do something with her time I guess.  She was older, and I was the younger one, and she kind of sort of put me under her wing--she was my cool older sister; and I really thought she was the coolest, and prettiest woman I've ever met. 

Maria warned me:  "Never fall for a musician."  She told me of the stories of backstage groupies, and all of the women she literally had to kick out of their rooms.  I believed her, but I just couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman such as herself could fall for someone like her husband.  Sure, he could play the bass guitar, and he was famous, but; I guess he just wasn't my type, or what I would consider to me "hot, or handsome."  He was short, thin, and very blonde and pale.  I like the tall, and handsome ones..  Yes, I guess I was a bit shallow back then.  Still, she found lots of phone #'s of various women in his pockets each night. 

Anyway, he and his band are playing tonight.  I wonder if Maria will be there.  Last I had heard from her (years ago) she was divorced, and was starting a new life with a little baby girl, in San Francisco.  I haven't heard from her in over 20 years.  So sad.  I'll never forget those drives with her in her huge white Cadillac convertible, circa 1963.. going down the streets of Santa Cruz, and all of those looks she got from all the men who saw her.  I hate losing tabs with people.  Mary Moran are you out there?!?!

Yes, I'm hoping one day she'll do a GOOGLE on her name and find this entry somehow.  It would be really nice to know where she was, and that she was doing well.