Missing Marion

This is my cousin, Marion David Powell.

Guys don't come cooler. He was a mischievous joker, a spell-binding story-teller, a sensitive poet, and a dazzling musician. Marion could make a guitar talk. I looked up to him, and he influenced the creative direction of my life.

Marion died heroically in Viet Nam when I was ten years old. I had shamefully forgotten that Marion's birthday was last Wednesday, but I will never forget him. Not ever.

He still lives in my memory.