A couple of hours ago I was at Boston’s Logan Airport, inside International Terminal E, waiting for my wife and a friend of hers, returning from a few days in Toronto. I saw a man turning around, pushing a luggage cart, following his wife. Wait. Is that who I think it is? Yes, it is, and I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Donovan Leitch!”
Donovan smiled, said hello, offered his hand, we shook, and I said, “Welcome to Boston!” Donovan explained they had been in China and were in Boston just for tonight, but that he would be back in town when on tour next year. He introduced his wife Linda, and we chatted briefly. Donovan asked for my name, if I was meeting someone, and I explained why I was there. I didn’t want to delay the creator of Celtic British Rock, so I limited myself to telling Donovan what a privilege and an honor it was to meet him. The Sunshine Superman extended his hand again, I said thank you, and we parted. What a wonderful, impromptu encounter.
A 2010 death I think I neglected to mention at the time was Captain Beefheart. His heavy blues record “Click Clack” starts out by evoking the bizarre silent movie era theme of a villain tying a woman to railroad tracks. “Click Clack” got a lot of airplay on WBCN in Boston when I was in high school, around the same time the J. Geils Band album “Full House” came out, in 1972. Ah, 1972. A year of firsts, starting with my first stereo system.
Microsoft co-founder Bill Gates has bought weight-loss executive Jenny Craig’s horse facility in Rancho Santa Fe, Calif., for $18 million. (Preview First | Inset: Getty Images)
This link from the Los Angeles Times is interesting, with a long scrolling list of real estate transactions showing how the top 1% live. I recognize some of the names, but they are mostly rap and sports stars who mean nothing to me.