Duane Francis Manwaring - How I met Him
I first met Duane when i was 15 years old i believe in 1979. I met my most two enduring friends to date at this place called the service, Richard Settle and of course Duane. The service was a place for kids who just don't fit in with the norm.
I remember as a juvenile delinquent, I just gave up going to school because I just could not fit in. And sometime during this time there was an episode that involved my mother discovering her 15 year old son casually possessing a .38 police special in the house. Of course those were insane circumstances that led to the path on how I met Duane.
I think at that point my mother turned me over to the authorities and after that...well that is how I ended up at this place we called the service. Or as everybody else called it at the time, Youth Psychiatric Services. It was a place that we continued education with a schedule of psychological counseling. It was a place for misfits.
I believe the story on why Duane was there was because he was wandering around the forest with a shotgun..not for hunting I believe...similar circumstances as myself. Interestingly enough I have never thought of the similarity until now, 35 years later.
When I fist saw Duane (he was about 17) it was when I entered group therapy for the first time, he was seventeen and looked like Frank Zappa when his beard and hair was long. I remember specifically he was explaining excitedly to the group the movie Eraserhead.
We did not really become friends until a couple of years later when I was living with a roommate John Wardrope who was a musician and I had access (my bedroom was actually a professional electronic music studio) to electronic music equipment. We cemented a friendship based on our mutual interest in electronic music.
Duane was many things, an intellectual, an intense readers of books, (no he could not get me to read War and Peace either), a painter, a musician, a father, a bartender, a business owner, a tow truck and of course one of my best friends.
His tastes were eclectic, he was at ease discussing Ezra Pound as he was enjoying Pee Wee's Big Adventure, which we did watch one evening. He did like the bit when Pee Wee met 'Large Marge', we did have a good laugh on that one.
Even though you are not here Duane I can still miss the good times we had as if it were only yesterday. All the memories of the times we shared, all of them, are still dwell in me even though I do not have total recall. I enjoyed and appreciated the times we had and my life is certainly richer because of that. I only wish.........Peace Brother
Jonathan
I remember as a juvenile delinquent, I just gave up going to school because I just could not fit in. And sometime during this time there was an episode that involved my mother discovering her 15 year old son casually possessing a .38 police special in the house. Of course those were insane circumstances that led to the path on how I met Duane.
I think at that point my mother turned me over to the authorities and after that...well that is how I ended up at this place we called the service. Or as everybody else called it at the time, Youth Psychiatric Services. It was a place that we continued education with a schedule of psychological counseling. It was a place for misfits.
I believe the story on why Duane was there was because he was wandering around the forest with a shotgun..not for hunting I believe...similar circumstances as myself. Interestingly enough I have never thought of the similarity until now, 35 years later.
When I fist saw Duane (he was about 17) it was when I entered group therapy for the first time, he was seventeen and looked like Frank Zappa when his beard and hair was long. I remember specifically he was explaining excitedly to the group the movie Eraserhead.
We did not really become friends until a couple of years later when I was living with a roommate John Wardrope who was a musician and I had access (my bedroom was actually a professional electronic music studio) to electronic music equipment. We cemented a friendship based on our mutual interest in electronic music.
Duane was many things, an intellectual, an intense readers of books, (no he could not get me to read War and Peace either), a painter, a musician, a father, a bartender, a business owner, a tow truck and of course one of my best friends.
His tastes were eclectic, he was at ease discussing Ezra Pound as he was enjoying Pee Wee's Big Adventure, which we did watch one evening. He did like the bit when Pee Wee met 'Large Marge', we did have a good laugh on that one.
Even though you are not here Duane I can still miss the good times we had as if it were only yesterday. All the memories of the times we shared, all of them, are still dwell in me even though I do not have total recall. I enjoyed and appreciated the times we had and my life is certainly richer because of that. I only wish.........Peace Brother
Jonathan
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