"treblig01" <treblig1@a...> wrote:
>
> I have never posted on this forum before, but Earl's
passing has made
> this first entry necessary. He was a friend of mine,
in a way that
> only Earl could be a friend: saying hello after
church on Sundays,
> calling at odd hours and asking for rides, dropping
by every Monday
> night for trivia at the Cannon. In fact, it was the
last of these
> that I grew to know him best.
>
> Earl would arrive for trivia about a half-hour late.
He'd shuffle in,
> grab a chair, and plop down at an empty spot along
our table. He'd
> light into the goings on of the past week, from
church services to
> times at the Isis House, and then go about
describing whatever
> thought popped into his mind. He'd sing old hymns
and ragtime songs.
> If the words escaped him, Earl would simply tap on
the table and
> continue with the melody, "...da, da, da, da..."
He'd tell stories
> about raising chickens in Fort Gaines, about his
days in Augusta, and
> his contention with local church politics. On
occasion, the siren
> sound of his laughter brought the whole table into
fits of hysterics.
> I struggle to remember a time when his laugh did not
bring about my
> own.
>
> Few knew that Earl planned a move to Augusta in
coming months. His
> mind often drifted there in conversation, speaking
of it as heaven-on-
> earth, and I now wonder if he did not have a
premonition of his end
> drawing near. Sadly, he did not get to make such a
journey in life;
> one can only hope he did so in death.
>
> I remember a picture being sketched of him years ago
by an artist at
> St. Luke UMC. She made several for the local
vagabonds who
> frequently crossed the church's threshold. It was
rumored that each
> person received a copy (or the original) of their
likeness. If so,
> I'm sure Earl has his featured prominently in his
room.
>
> Not knowing the protocol for such a thing, I will
just simply ask: I
> would love to take that sketch, if it does still
exist, and hang it
> in the Cannon Brewpub. He was loved there as much as
anywhere else in
> the world, and I think such an honor would tickle
his soul to no end.
> I'm not sure who to ask, so if those of you who do
can help me out, I
> would be in your debt.
>
> I miss Earl. He was an unfading character of
Columbus. Always there.
> Always Earl. For that, I will always be grateful.
>
> Most Sincerely,
>
> Gilbert Miller
Thanks, Gilbert, for the thoughts on Smiley.
Literally hundreds of memories, all happy, many
hilarious of *our*, and certainly one of the last,
true Southern Gentlemen, come to mind, some of the
best:
Smiley's poem, "Georgia":
"From the shores of the Atlantic,
To the banks of the Chattahoochie...
It's Geeeeeorrrr-gia..."
That he often read at the original poetry open mics.
His excellent reditions of show-tunes, and his
show-stopper version of "Somewhere Over The Rainbow"
"And lots of other things..." -Johnny Cash.
Hopefully Norma has the illustration you mentioned...
she says his room is a vast archive of everything
imaginable... hurry.
I have quite a bit of video footage in *my* archives
of Smiley at various downtown poetry events from
1995-99, which I'll eventually get out, in my endless
years of editing the 100s of hours of footage...
--
"Karma Bombs" [Will Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/32000/32109/preview/Karma_Bombs.mp3
"Mirror Twins" [Will Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/29000/29085/preview/Will_Dockery_-_03_-_Track__3.mp3