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Tom Manning wrote
Eleanor continues to be in private practice in psychotherapy, dealing with personal and couples therapy. She also teaches at Naropa University in Boulder, Co. She teaches Jungian therapy, dream analysis, marriage counseling, and other courses. Her spare time is taken up with playing the native American flute, both solo and with guitar backing by me. I teach high school science (biology, earth science, and health) at Humanex Academy, a private, alternative high & middle school for students who haven't been successful in public schools. Many have learning disabilities, ADD, ADHD, dyslexia, auditory or visual processing problems, many are bi-polar, or have behavior issues, including many illegal activities. I am presently completing a program to obtain my Colorado teaching certificate in Secondary Science. I continue to play guitar, and Eleanor and I, with two friends, have recently produced a CD called 'Mescalero Memories' of flute and guitar pieces, vocals, and a native American story. (at the end of this page there is some music from George Adams and Tom) We have no children, but two dogs and two cats fill the house and the cabin with gentle souls that continue to give us pleasure. The dogs are both 15 years old, and are certainly in the deep autumn of their lives, but they are beautiful animals. We look forward to seeing classmates at the reunion in May. Tom Manning <tomcmannings  aol.com>
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2608 South Kipling Court, Lakewood, CO 80227-2639 303-716-5920 home or 303-895-1483 cell Given the present state of the U.S. involvement in Iraq and other countries, I have started again to play and sing the song that I wrote for our classmate George Adams in 1977. but have added a verse to bring it up to date. The jungles have changed to the desert, but the rest is depressingly similar. |
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A Friend Long Gone This is my song to a friend long gone. He died in a war in a far away country. Shot from the air, fell in flames to the ground, My one true friend gone to his final reward. He had only eight days 'till the end of his duty. He'd been flying a Med-Evac for nearly a year. Then home he would come to his friends and his family, And I, who had known him for ten years and more. We had rambled together and sung our songs freely, Me and this daring young whirleybird Captain. But the friendship we formed such a long time ago Now lies shattered in the rice fields of South Viet Nam. And what did he get for his short years of living? Star spangles nails in a flag-covered coffin. Won't somebody tell me why the good men must die While corrupt men grow rich off the profit of war. Now forty years pass and the jungle's now desert, And the sons and the daughters, sadly they die, In an ongoing battle that won't bring an end To the blood that is spilled and the tears that we cry. So this is my song to a friend long gone. A friend that I cherished and I loved like a brother. And though I still can't believe that he won't be returning, I will morn for his passing all the rest of my days. And where will it end, my friend? |
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*************************************************************** In our Senior year, Tom Manning and George Adams (along with Andy McDowell and Brian Merrick) recorded the record 'Steel String Blues and Ragtime Music'. Here is the cut 'Ella Speed' from that record - it features Tom and George playing together. *************************************************************** |