Little Richard

Little Richard passed away yesterday from bone cancer.  Who was he?  For me, he was the voice and music of the long playing record that I brought me with from Chicago when I moved to San Francisco.  I loved his R&B, his shouting out, his music and his outrageous look.  “Good Golly, Miss Molly” was one of my favorites.  I was  a white collar worker, suit and tie in San Francisco.  That was one side of me.  I had the wild side.  Do you?  I introduced Little Richard to a bunch of friends like me.  We all loved to dance to the music.  Of course, first we would get stimulants into our system, then either dance to him  at our own party, or we would crash a party and play Little Richard as we sang and danced.  Then we would all go back to work on Monday, awaiting our next Little Richard party.  When I went into the seminary, well, that was not the place for me to dance and shout to Little Richard.  Someone has the record now, and our group broke up as I went off to get holy.  I never got holy, but I did keep Little Richard in my heart, along with Jesus. Does your heart have lots of stuff?   Oh, and I stopped the stimulants in time too.  I wish I could find a Little Richard companion somewhere, but my friends now are not all that wild nor have in their music a great Little Richard album.  Any fans out there?