Even in my dark little bedroom where the drapes remain drawn and the bedsheets aren't changed more than once a month, time passes quickly. I can't believe that it's been a year to the day that Prince, that
I was very fortunate to have met Prince when he was chasing after Michael Jackson to see who was
Prince didn't live past his fifties either, which is a shame, because he had so much left to give, musically speaking. People say he could be a funny guy, but to be honest, I never saw that side of him. Like that time when Bill and I met him at the White House. Bill couldn't believe how tiny Prince was, so as a joke, he asked him to dress up as a lawn jockey and stand on the west lawn. We thought it was hysterical, but for some reason, Prince didn't think so. In fact, he stormed out and didn't even stay for dinner. The day after, I noticed some silverware was missing, but decided not to make a big thing out of it.
I had a lot of Prince's CDs, too. We used to "boogie down" to his hits after Bill had the disco ball installed downstairs in the White House bowling alley. We'd invite all the
Originally, I had no idea that Prince was from Minnesota. I thought all they had there were Vikings and Norwegians, so when I first met Prince, I was expecting a six foot Swede in a horned helmet. Boy, was I surprised! We all had to scramble, hiding the the cheese plates and wheeling in about ten cases of Mr. Pibb.
Well, all that's history now. Prince is gone but his music lives on in