For some reason I've been thinking a great deal about my friend S who passed away a couple of years ago.
Even though I've gotten somewhat used to her being gone, I still find myself reaching for the phone sure she would find something as funny as I had. Or wanting to talk to her about politics or movies, or anything and everything it seems because she would just get it.
But I can't.
And that leaves me a little frustrated. I mean I am truly blessed with great friends. I really am. And I love them all very much. But there is connections we have with different people for different reasons. And the connection I had with S is one I miss terribly.
Again, I'm not sure why I've been thinking of her so much, but it might have something to do with a video post I put up a few weeks back. I say; might have something to do with, because every time I see the video I can't help but see S tilting her head a bit, looking to me for assurance that I'm seeing what she's seeing. And then the look of someone stifling a laugh as her hand covers her mouth and she utters a very faint "ooohhhh noooooo."
That's what I imagine S would have said and done had she seen the post about Stacy Hedger, the trumpet soloist doing her rendition of the Star Wars disco theme.
Now word comes from this blog that Stacy has been located. If this quick interview is true, then she was Miss Douglas Arizona 1993. She seems like a very nice woman who didn't think she did too terribly, though does admit to not being the strongest candidate on stage.
I guess the fascinating thing to me is that she had no idea the video was floating around. When someone finally contacted her, she was very matter of fact about the performance and for that I have to give her a lot of credit.
She never says it was bad, or funny, or any of the other things people have described it. And even when the interviewer comments about everyone having an embarrassing moment, you get the feeling that this wasn't necessarily one of hers. And you know what? Good for her.
As I've said many times before, I love people who think outside the box; who don't know enough to not do something because they haven't heard it's not the thing to do. Again, I point to Tchaikovsky writing a note for a cannon, or Jeff Lynne performing rock with a cello. And while I don't think Stacy's performance was equal to those two, it takes a little bit of courage to go against the tide.
So my hat's off to Stacy who apparently didn't make the cut to the next round. But as far as I'm concerned, she is a winner in the way she has handled the attention, and for taking it all in stride.