Charles played his washtub bass once and I recall a Dulcimer that he had bought from a mountain city in North Carolina showing up one time.
The many times we had dinner at your house, it was accompanied by music and singing. Soon we become friends through the Newman Center where we attended weekly mass and met Lois and the Corrina, Kristin, and Ben. My friend Francisco and I were doing laundry while Charles was holding and lulling an infant while her mom could finish her laundry. I first met Charles in a laundromat in Chapel Hill’s married student housing in Odum Village. I tell you this neither as someone who knew her well nor as someone who is very good at total recall, but simply remembering the many times Lois and Charles have shared with Sharon and I, a colorful pallet of possibilities in life from which we were able sketch our own pathways. Dear Charles, Corrina, Kristin, and Ben and your families:
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