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Tell us when and where you were born.

Camps and I were born in the 1950’s and we went to school together.
I visited Camps at his parents’ home and his parents kept their home very clean and tidy.
Camps and I went to his bedroom and Camps played pop music for us.
Later in life Camps would learn to play guitar and he became a singer and a songwriter.
Camps and I talked about his singing and songwriting and Camps said,” I’m not that good.”
John and Paul of the Beatles were better singers and songwriters than Camps but Camps was a very fine person.

Vin

Tell us what made you feel good.

A big shipment of stuff was coming in to the country and
me and Camps owned the stuff.
I tested the stuff and it was very pure and potent and
I could cut the stuff and make more money on the stuff.
Camps said “No don’t step on it. Leave the product alone.”
The buyers got stuff that was good in quality and quantity.

Tell us what made you feel sad?

I knew about you.
I didn’t like you.
I wanted to hate you but,
hating you wouldn’t buy me anything.

I didn’t like the cold.
I didn’t like the dark.
You took my older brother from me.
My older brother had a wife of many years and
now she was left, empty.
I wanted to cry for her but,
she cried for herself.

I knew that you would come again someday.

Vin

Did you ever fall in love?

Camps was the kind of man who needed to fall in love w/ a woman and to have a deep relationship w/ that woman.
Camps told me that he knew Linda for forty years.
Linda told me that she and Camps did everything together.
Linda, Camps and me went on vacation to Cape Cod and
we went to a gift shop and Camps bought Linda a little piece of jewelry.

Give us a poem.

Take Your Memories With You (You’ll Be Fine)

There’s a bridge we all must cross
Where the darkest waters flow
With no stop signs or detours
On this road we all must know
The angels wait expectantly

Churchbells softly chime
Take your memories with you
You’ll be fine

If you love you must be ready
For your loved ones to depart
Though it leaves you feeling empty
When you lose part of your hear
The world looks like a different place
Tears are not a crime
Take your memories with you
You’ll be fine

I’ve been down this road so many times
It should come as no surprise
When destiny meets daily life
There is no compromise
But life resumes, you laugh, you cry
You take your place in line
Take your memories with you
You’ll be fine

You can sing a sad song
Read a poem, say a prayer
Meditate from dawn to dusk
Or sit silently and stare
Grief will one day take its leave
When it’s ready, in its time
Take your memories with you
You’ll be fine

Words by Mike Campo

Do you have anything else to share?

Coca Cola Morning

It’s a Coca Cola morning and
i’m gonna wash my blues away.
It’s a Coca Cola morning and
my head hurts and my hands do shake.
Maybe I’ll go visit Ralph behind,
that old back wall.
My stomach ain’t feeling well,
my guts are churning.
Hell, it’s a Coca Cola morning and
I’m gonna wash my blues away.

It’s a Coca Cola morning and
I had a special kind of babe.
It’s a Coca Cola morning and
she’s done gone,
she ran away.
Dang, she hurt me so,
I still love her, though.
She called me kinky and weird and
maybe even more.
It’s a Coca Cola morning and
I’m gonna wash my blues away.

Vinny D.