Category Archives: Memories

Aloha Phundi

Sometimes I feel your presence, and welcome it.  Aloha, dear friend.  You are missed.



I miss you Tom, Wootie, Kate, and Buddy. And all the others from work and from home.

Buddy Katrick, thank you for all of the study help you gave to me. Katie, same goes for you. It hasn’t been the same finishing this work without the two of you keeping me company. I miss you.

Random Pfundi. Nicht sehr random??

Tuesday, May 4, 6:47pm, (message from) Randy Davis:
Hope you are feeling a little better today. Hanging out by one’s self does get old after awhile; it just exacerbates most everything. But, it IS sunny out, and the clouds are big enough to carry an imagination…

Aloha, from out of the blue…


Tuesday, throughout the day:
(Listening to Forever Young in the car running errands, after spending the afternoon in the Porsche and going to the Hofbrauhaus)

May 4, 7:9pm, (reply to message) Me:
That’s a very synchronous aloha. It’s the one year anniversary of our friend Stefan’s death; Hawaii was his favorite place, his memorial group is called “Aloha Pfundi”.

Thanks for the aloha. 🙂

Tuesday, May 5, 6:39pm, Randy Davis (status post):
Many miles away, there’s a shadow on the door, on a cottage by the shore, of a dark, Scottish lock.
Tuesday at 6:39pm

Tuesday at 7:44pm, Melissa Trax (comment to post):
Ok, really?! I saw this AFTER I replied to your message. Now we’re at a synchronous synchronicity…

Tuesday at 8:05pm Randy Davis (Comment to my reply):
I really had no plan to message you, but something in my head just said to do so. And the above words have been spinning around there, too. Things work out…for reasons we have no clue about. But, I bet Stefan would totally understand, and you KNOW HE IS SMILING, and looking out for you…. Aloha, Mein Freund!

Tuesday at 8:12pm Melissa Trax (comment to reply):
And to add to it, the song that reminds me most of him – that I’ve been listening to all day – was sent around to all of us by another friend of his. 🙂

Wednesday, May 5, 6:30pm (message):
I just was on Youtube listening to a posting by “pinofluvius”, Forever Young Alphaville (Fingerstyle), and then by chance came to my Facebook wall page to see your posting about Forever Young. There seems to be a strong presence influencing a music commonality going on. Please give a listen to the pinofluvius version…he is actually musician Martin Tallstrom. I think you will enjoy it…. Let me know what you think…

Wednesday, May 5, 6:38pm (email from Adam):
So went to the center of the northern western hemisphere yesterday! Whooohoo! We drove through a nasty little down pour, but when we got through there were two great rainbows. Never saw anything like it.

Wednesday, May 6, 6:47pm (reply to message):
That’s beautiful.

I imagine listening to it outside on a day like today and sharing it with one or two special people. Much more intimate than the album version! I usually listen to the dance remix of forever young – not only is it longer, it’s a bit happier, as well.

I don’t know if you were able to see the entire FY posting since Aloha Pfundi is a private group. Michael posted the video, as well as the lyrics, as such:

es gibt viele Erinnerungen an dich und Forever Young ist eine davon. (there is is many memories of you and Forever Young one of them)

His reply to my comment:
Hi Melissa, Actually we have been kind of growing up with Alphaville and this song was one of the many many songs Pfundi liked. I can remember that we have sung this a couple of times in his old VW bus… it feels good to share and learn bits and bits of the different memories …

I know the song from the first time my friend Nina was in the states from Sweden, in 1995. She had it on one of her cassette mixtapes, and we listened to it a lot. It was very popular in the Swedish discos at that time – they ended each dance night with it. When she left she left her tapes with me. I ruined them by listening to it so much, but found the CD a few years later.

Oddly enough, this is the fourth distinct time it’s come up in recent weeks. A rap singer has remade it; the first time I heard it, I sent a note to Nina regarding its atrociousness. I cracked a windshield the other day, and in an email to someone who is fast becoming a new friend of mine, I tried to blame the remix for the crack. It turns out that Alphaville is one of my new friend’s favorite bands. And now, there’s this round of Forever Young synchronicities.

Even cooler was Adam’s experiences yesterday. “So went to the center of the northern western hemisphere [45&90 degrees, in Wisconsin] yesterday! We drove through a nasty little down pour, but when we got through there were two great rainbows. Never saw anything like it.”

Stefan loved Hawaii, and got to visit a few months before he died. His favorite song was Israel Kamakawaiwo’ole’s rendition of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. a Wonderful World.

His friends are right. His presence now is stronger than ever. We all feel it, and there’s no denying it.

Forever Young

Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait were only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don’t have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The musics for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders were getting in tune
The musics played by the madmen

Forever young,
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever,
and ever

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don’t they stay young
Its so hard to get old without a cause
I don’t want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn’t happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young,
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
and ever

~Alphaville, Forever Young


You’ve been gone for a week and I miss you terribly. I wish you would show up at the deck door, meowing like crazy and climbing the screen to get attention. I know that with each day that passes my chances of seeing you again lessen, but I haven’t given up yet.

Over and over I see the last moments I’d seen you replay in my head. You were at the patio door, waiting for Maya. She came out the door and the two of you went to watch and chase the birds in the yard. I never thought it would be the last time I saw you; I wish I would have watched a moment longer.

I remember the summer evenings on the deck, me reading and you playing with my sandals. You jumped up onto the chair I was using as an ottoman and started playing with my feet. You became so brave over this summer. I’ll always remember playing with you through the screen door, and how you’d catch my hand and nibble on my fingertip. I was never allowed to pet you, though. That was your way.

I can picture you sleeping in the rain shelter with Maya. You and Maya on the deck, in the sun, waiting for Joe Grey to come by, then off you went with him. You and Joe Grey spent a lot of time together; he never pushed you around like your brothers/sisters/colony cats did. (You brought around Tomcat, too. You and the boys, Katie…)

You’ve brought a lot of joy into my life, pretty girl. I’ll always miss you, and I’ll always look forward to seeing you again. Love you, Katiecat.


I lost a friend on Monday. He was way too young to die.

Here’s to a life well lived.
to smiles and good times.
to “rattlers”.
to “ya but”s.
to “yeah, sure” and “I do not need this”.
to Feuerzangenbowle.
to ice cream sandwiches.
and to an unforgettable friend.

I’ll never forget you, Pfundi.

Or so I thought…

I thought I was done with Philadelphia nostalgia, but it’s still in my head. I visited with some friends today and upon entering their new apartment, I was immediately transported back to my old place in Philly. The entryway had the same general smell. The tile on the kitchen floor was eerily similar. The carpets and walls were the same color. It had the same feel of my place. It was comforting in a way, being surrounded by a place that’s been on my mind so much as of late. While I don’t want to go back to that period in my life, a brief trip to somewhere evoking all the pleasant memories is nice.

We headed out for some shopping. It’d been almost year since I’ve been out shopping specifically for clothes for myself; I got a few things at more than fair prices. The best part was lunch. We found a shop that made sandwiches to your liking, e.g. instead of the chicken cheesesteak with provolone, grilled onions and peppers, and ranch dressing, I was able to order a chicken cheesesteak with American cheese and hot peppers. Short of making them myself, it was the best cheesesteak I’ve had around here.

For more on where to get a good cheesesteak click here.