An unveiling of artifacts

The Tale of the Librarian's Fifth Wife is collection of moments, an assemblage of events, a bread basket of words, a swap meet of scraps left behind from a beautiful romance that will help clue you in to the real deal, to the life of two star crossed lovers that has already been lived and left behind. For the moment, anyway.


Our lives lie scattered over several states and a half a case worth of decades. It's not so much a want as a need to do this, to gather together the splinters and the shards of our times and share them here with you. Those bits and pieces of flotsam and jetsam found below in this winsome log are the bits and pieces of our times, a smattering of the trinkets of the love that Jane and I gathered up over the course of five long hard years. How they come to you now is in a story of sorts, a type of autobiographical fiction, with images cadged from places other than our satchel. Give it time, photos, sepia, wrinkled, pocket worn, are yet to come.


So, what else is there to do but get out that cobbled together blanket of dreams from the back of the car, spread it out under the branches of our favorite green and noble Oregon Maple tree that we both loved and share these words and tales of those long ago times with you. It was a wonderful time. Sit a spell, grab your spectacles and come ride along with us for awhile.

Love, Jane, the Professora and Roger, the Wild Half Mexican Boy



Friday, November 14, 2008

CDRW Disk, Norah Jones "Come Away with Me"

It wasn't easy finding this disk again. It was buried, purposefully so, in a book deep in the stacks of the back house book collection. Up high on the shelf, obscure title. Disk without a sleeve. Just a silver thing, pretty much without a marking, except for your handwriting.

"Nora Jones" was all it said.

I only thought of it today because Nic Harcourt mentioned it in his book Music Lust. His estimaton of her is pretty high, and for a man that pretty much chronicles music tastes and trends, for him to embrace this artist and sell her the way he does says that she's pretty darn special. The first time I really heard her voice I thought so, too.

I don't think I listened to this when you gave it to me. It was just another one of those things that I somehow glossed over in the midst of my madness over you. You would gift me with things and somehow I wouldn't "see" them. Took me forever to really see and appreciate let alone use those tart pans. Or those ramikens. It was the same thing with that Seal recording, which I ended up buying because the homemade copy of yours "accidentally" broke in half the night of the purge.

The Norah Jones recording has had a better run of luck. Sure, it was lost, but it was found during one of those sweeps of the back house that I would do once in a while. Every time I come across more artifacts..brochures and receipts and photos and such...but it was a stumble of sorts that led me to that book. It looked to puffy, and sure enough, there were some letters I wrote you as well as that disk.

It's nice to have it around, but I can only listen to it on occasion. Not that I have escaped the music. 14 million copies of that album sold upon release, she was a mighty big deal and her music is everywhere. I hear on broadcasts when I shop second hand, I hear it on canned music selections when I go shopping for groceries. Occasionally I catch it on the radio. It hasn't landed in a movie soundtrack yet, from what I've gathered. If it had I would have known right away that that movie was going to be either a seldom or oft watched movie, just because of the music alone.

I found for you one of her albums. It landed in your Nemo trunk. I found, too, a copy of that disk one day at Goodwill but the cd was missing from the case. Pity. My heart skipped a beat when I stumbled across it. It goes for almost twenty at Freddies. For now your copy will do. Again, I can only play it so often.

You sang that hit song to me once. You had such a wonderful voice, and would sing me bits and pieces of songs that were meaningful to us. Rascal Flatts. Lyle Lovett, Dave Matthews. And Norah Jones.

So, know that you have great musical taste. Nic Harcourt and my heart both say so.

Your WHMB

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