Trying to Remember
https://youtu.be/l76Fhl7K-mc Try to remember the kind of September When life was slow and oh, so mellow … As the obituaries kept rolling in Tuesday night reminding us what a remarkable human being Harry Belafonte was and what an incredible life had ended at age 96, I remembered the morning he gave me a call. People of a certain age – a rapidly diminishing demographic – grew up with pictures of Harry in our suburban living rooms. His spectacularly handsome face above a shirt unbuttoned to the center of his Herculean chest adorned record covers, their cardboard corners worn from frequent use. He was an early star in the new industry of high fidelity, or hifi, recording. The vinyl grooves held his unique voice, smooth as silk, strong as steel. The tributes refer to him as “the King of Calypso,” as well as an Academy Award-winning actor, humanitarian and activist who marched with his good friend, Dr. Martin Luther King, counseled John and Robert Kennedy and corresponded with the incarcera