The White Knight and The Queen
Ya know how our favorite Beats were not exactly role-model parents?
How there aren’t a lot of heart-warming parent-child stories in Beatlandia?
there is one.
Carolyn Cassady and her son John were sumpthin else.
Honestly I’m tearing up just now picturing them together.
It was the greatest thing.
They loved each other as much as two people can.
And they were like a comedy duo, like a Burns & Allen, or the Dashiell Hammett Thin Man couple, wise-crackin’ all the time — so in synch you’d think they’d been jamming since birth!
They had each other’s rhythms and thoughts DOWN — and could just play the other — it was amazing — like two instruments trading off in a band.
There could be a room fulla people and they’d be in different clusters and they’d still somehow be hearing each other and one would say something and the other would laugh from 10 feet away.
And they could tell the most risque jokes or one-liners that would make me blush — and the two of them would roar!
There were so many nights in hotel rooms or wherever that we’d all be talking and laughing so loud there were noise issues.
And this was never abating. They didn’t even have to be on the same continent and they could make each other laugh — just by hearing the other’s voice in their head.
When I mention in my tribute to Carolyn about her inspiring me with my own mom, it was really seeing them together that exploded my framework of what a parent-child relationship could be.
They were like two little kids when they were together. Look at that picture above. I bet that is the exact same expression of giddy silly playful joy she had when she was 4 years old.
And they could also be like two comically complaining old fogies on a swing on a porch happily grousing about how things ain’t like they used to be.
What I’m saying is — there was at least one tremendous parent-child relationship up on the top of Mount Rushmore in South Beatlandia.
For one of our many great adventures together, check out this one in Jack’s Long Island — The Northport Report.
Or for a sweet ode I wrote for Carolyn several cycles ago you can riff the Carolyn Birthday Poem.
Or for the tribute to Carolyn upon her sad passing — check out my tribute to her.
Or here’s another poem about CC as living history from when I was living with her — The Royal Woods of Cassady County.
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