And the hits just keep coming…oops sorry, I meant guest posts. This one is from my good friend Leisa, who lives in Tucson, Arizona with her hubby Randy and their collection of pets. Plus two grown-up lovely daughters. Leisa’s post will tell you how she and I met, but I must say one thing—those were really good times. I’m talking about the early 80s when I was a Freshman at the University of Arizona. Yeah we goofed off, but we did study—hard. I remember those nights when I was in the library until 2 or 3 in the morning and…well I suppose that’s fodder for another blog post. Without any further ado, here’s Leisa’s guest post. Thanks again, my friend!
Tags: Music, Tucson, University of ArizonaHiya!!!!!. My name is Leisa and I am from Tucson, Arizona in the good ‘ole USA. Philip asked me if I would like to do a guest blog and I said sure. I have never done one and so I think this will be lots of fun. I have been friends with Philip since our 1980-1981 year at the University of Arizona. The exact circumstances of our meeting now escape me but that is ok. Suffice it to say we have been good friends for a very loooooooooong time. I was also studying Music at the University of Arizona. Philip and I had a few classes together and some other friends in common. We spent much time hard at the music scores but no matter how much I studied I just never quite got the hang of it. While Philip was just sailing through like on the smooth glass surface of the ocean, I struggled and thrashed around like a fish caught in the fisherman’s net! He has perfect pitch and so ear training was a breeze. So was writing and I so admired his gift. Needless to say, I never quite finished the music program.
However, that never kept us from staying in touch. As I went on to Pima College we always took time out to go to Wendy’s every Friday morning for coffee. We kept each other updated on all the happenings with our classes. We used to occasionally go to one of the large malls here in Tucson (which by the way are bigger now) and enjoy a bit of shopping time. As we passed the piano stores there I used to tell him, "Come on, Philip, show them how it is really done," as I stood and watched the pianist at a keyboard. Philip was always too modest and never took me up on the challenge. I was always certain, however, he was still better than any of them. Well, I will call that good for my first guest blog and next time continue on with Thanksgiving with my family in the USA. God Bless to all and thanks Philip for the opportunity to write a bit of history. Love Leisa