I’m emerging from my almost year-long blog hibernation for a short memory in honor of tonight’s live performance of The Wiz. (Well, live for the east coast, anyway.)
I moved to the United States when I was nine years old, a few months before I started fourth grade for the second time. (The first time was back in Colombia, where I was so smart, I was a year ahead of where I was supposed to be in school.) About a month (or was it a week?) after I started fourth grade, three girls came over to the apartment mom and I lived in for a sleepover. One of them became my best friend. Her name was Trilbey. She was into music and acting, and played Annie in the local community theater’s production of Annie when we were in fifth grade.
Also in fifth grade, she was the only kid in our class to vote for Michael Dukakis over George H. W. Bush in the class election. Now that I think about it, there may have been two Dukakis votes. I can’t remember. This was upstate New York, so everybody was Republican. Everyone except Trilbey’s parents. Naturally, she followed suit. It was supposed to be secret ballot, but everyone knew who everyone was voting for and from what I remember, she didn’t mind that people knew. (I voted for Bush for no other reason than everyone else was. Politics and what it all means wouldn’t come into my life for a long, long time.) Anyhoo, Trilbey was cool in a way that was wholly impossible for me to be at the time. We were friends until 7th grade, which was when I moved away. I was sad about the move when it happened, but it was just as well because when I left she was well on her way to becoming one of the popular girls at our school, something else that was impossible for me to be at the time, so we were likely going to drift apart eventually. We wrote for a few years, and then she moved also. At least, I think she did.
So what does my childhood best friend have to do with The Wiz? As I said, Trilbey was into theater. Once, we went to see the local high school’s production of Pippin. Totally her idea. I had no idea what Pippin was, and to be perfectly honest, that didn’t change much after having sat through the show. Our houses were about a mile apart in the town we lived in and like most kids who grew up in the ’80s, we were allowed to walk alone a lot. When we did, she used to sing “Ease on down the road.” I didn’t know where it was from. (I didn’t know a lot back then. Everything, pretty much, was new to me, and it took many years of living in the United States before that changed.) But for years after, I would sing that song to myself without thinking about it. Sometimes without realizing it. When I did I would think of her and smile.
I hope wherever she is she is smiling too.