The Adventures of Nellie and Doris: All the Rest and Yet So Many More

 

When I was almost 24, we moved to Portland. We rented a small two-bedroom house that sat on a corner. The property sort of blended into the streets because there were no sidewalks--those didn't arrive for several years. We had plenty of yard because the landlord also owned the empty lot next door. Adding to the yard, our house sat back from the street. We had a line of trees along one street and a lovely blooming cherry tree in front of the house. Of course, all those trees went away when the county put in sidewalks.

Our house was small and a bit drafty. This was because at one time a former tenant's car was parked too close to the house and slid under it. Without rugs, wind rushed through the flooring. Under the house was actually an unfinished basement, if you’d call it that.  Besides mud and bricks and other debris from the side of the house, that’s where the water heater hung out. And the opossum and feral cats, and so on. But the rent was only $130 a month, which the landlord never raised in the 15 years my sons and I lived there, so what did one expect?

Nellie lived across the street in a nice three-bedroom mid-century modern house that she and Bobby bought a few years before we moved there. Nellie was about 28 when we moved into the neighborhood. In a sense, we grew up together with our kids the same ages and we were pretty close in age as well. 

She was the best friend I could ever have. That woman never said no to any of my crazy ideas. 

     *Hey! Let’s walk up to Mt Scott Park and roller skate!

     *Hey! Let’s walk to Dairy Queen for exercise and treat ourselves with a Peanut Buster Parfait!

     *Hey! Why don’t we go get those special donuts and eat them while hiding from the kids!

And I could always count on Nellie for great adventures.

There was the time she noticed someone in my house when no one was home. And then helped me deal with the police. Or the time she saw movement in the house, called Big Earnie, a state trooper, to go check it out…only to have him escort my son to school. 

The time someone stole my car and she was shocked when I yelled out, “Where’s my car!?!”  She had watched it drive away, thinking it was me in the drivers seat.

And let’s not forget the time the neighborhood kids filled my car with crumpled newspapers and put a “Just Married” sign on the car. 😁

How about the times she and our neighbor Shirley would see me get out a ladder in order to get something off the roof and come running over to make sure I never went up that ladder just in case my clumsy self didn’t fall.

And the talking. And laughing. And crying. And did I mention laughing?

All the attempts to lose weight—we tried TOPS and that chocolate candy that hinders appetite. Dang those chocolates were not very good but better than nothing.  One before meals was recommended but a bit more of the chocolate couldn’t hurt…. Weight Watchers was our most frequent attempt. Measuring, weighing, eating.

 

 And, of course, the store. The neighborhood Kwik Mart. I’d visit her while she worked. She’d visit me while I worked. We’d both clean up the shelves, or “face” the products together while the store wasn’t busy. Heck, we’d both face the shelves at Tradewell up the street when we’d shop there. Habit 😂

 

We didn’t see as much of each other after I moved up north of town, but we kept in touch.  When her nephew Winston died and she was afraid I was also gone, I rushed to her. And there we were, laughing and crying and talking. When she had a stroke, I rushed to the hospital to be with her. And there we were, laughing and crying and talking.

Her diagnosis of pancreatic cancer was a shock to us all. I spent time with her when she was back in hospital, twice driving through the ice and snow. Her sister, Mary, and Nellie and I would be laughing and talking. I’d save my crying for the drive home.

Nellie hung in there at home for many many months on Hospice Care after she stopped chemotherapy, often surrounded by her children, grandkids, great grandees. I would call every few days and ask if she wanted company. She often did and I’d come over and chatter, bringing our memories together to the surface. I was fortunate to be with her earlier on the day she died. One more adventure, this time without me.

While it’s impossible to write every adventure we ever had—so many forgotten, so many memories lost—my sweetest times with this remarkable woman were just every day every way every moment. 

And now I have these simple words to remember my friend. We did grow old together, just not old enough.

and so it goes~~~

peace

The Adventures of Nellie and Doris: The One About Nights

Recently Missy reminded me of how Nellie and the kids ate dinner with their dad. Bobby worked nights while Nellie tended to the family or worked at the store during the day. The kids had little opportunity to see their dad as they were in school while he was sleeping in the daytime.

So, Nellie would cook dinner, pack it up, and then toss the kids into the back of their camper-shelled truck. They had made a bit of a camper in the back, including a table, chairs, and a bitty sink area. Then they would drive out to Bobby's work and all together they would have dinner. Every night they drove the 10+ miles up to Swan Island in North Portland. Brilliant!

Now, I am a person who needs to write about or talk out problems and issues in order to work them out. Since I was going to school days and working nights, I had little time to chat with anyone. Nellie would often come over to the store for a visit (and sometimes give me a potty break), but the neighborhood store was often too busy to really talk. So, I would call her many nights for these chats.

Nellie was a great listener. I'd call after she had gone to bed--Nellie was a very early riser. She had to get up in time to make Bobby's breakfast and then get the kids off to school, right? Therefore, she was an early bedder. I'd usually call when I went to bed and she would answer and let me talk. She would put in an occasional "Uh Huh" so I could know she was listening. And I'd talk about that guy who fathered my sons, or the guy who broke my heart. Or the guy I was falling for. You know...issues!

Now here's the real adventure.... 

Probably everyone in the world knew that Nellie slept in the nude. I mean she wasn't secret about it, so we just figured she had cover-ups when she went into the rest of the house. She didn't flaunt it, but we *wink wink* knew. What I never realized was that the house had only one phone--on the kitchen wall. None in her bedroom. So when I called--after everyone had gone to bed--she'd come out of the bedroom into the hall, out into the living room, and sit naked on the couch while I chattered, lamented, complained. For long periods of time. 

Now I wonder if she had at least a blanket during the cold nights...

Nellie was such a great person. She never complained that I called and she had to jump out of bed to sleepily sit starkers on that couch with a phone glued to her ear. For long periods of time. 

No, she was my friend, a wonderful star. No complaints from her. 

None from me when she needed to take a nap after she got off work weekends at 3:00p--I mean there were often about 500 people living and staying at her house--as I just started my shift. So, she would come to my house when my sons were gone, visiting their father, to take a nice long nap on my water bed. 

No complaints when I would go to her house to visit after the kids headed off to school when we should have been doing housework. 

No complaints when her dog, Sunkist, would come sleep at my house (you know...those 500 people across the street) while I studied or dusted or something.

We never complained about one another because we loved one another. We were all about laughter and adventures and teasing and raising kids and bitching about family people. 

No complaints.
Always love.

and so it goes...
peace~~~

The Adventures of Nellie and Doris: The One with All the Food

That first spring after we moved into our little place in SE Portland, I decided we needed to meet the neighbors. We invited the families around us for a neighborhood potluck.

Everyone brought tables and outdoor chairs, plates and silverware, cups. We lay it all out on our front yard--the best open space around the corner. 

Shirley made the taco salad. Nellie made the macaroni salad and fried some chicken. I made something, probably chili. I made chocolate chip cookies. Shirley made a fruit pie. And Nellie made something gooey and yummy.

The adults ate and laughed. What a great idea! And kids ran around free as the birds, or as the monkeys, chasing and laughing. What a great idea!

We continued this neighbor get-together over the years. After we went up Mt. Hood and picked huckleberries--Shirley made the pie for us that time. After one of the kids did something to celebrate. And along the way, we added people to the group.  Candy and Bill--owned the little market across the street. Whatever fella I was dating at the time. Friends of the kids.

And Shirley made the taco salad. Nellie made the macaroni salad and fried up some chicken. And Candy brought the coleslaw. And I made chocolate chip cookies and probably some chili.

And later we moved the potluck to Mt Scott Park and included the same old people, but added kids' spouses and kids' kids. And then it expanded to include kids' kids' kids. And Shirley made the taco salad. Nellie made the macaroni salad and fried up some chicken. And Candy brought the coleslaw. And I made chocolate chip cookies and black bean chili.

And again we moved this annual get-together to Home Town Buffet. After some of the people had sadly left us, as well as the adults getting older, it became easier to meet indoors--until Pandemic hit.

These days we met at Olive Garden, just Candy and Nellie and Mary and me. Candy et al would have the soup and salad. I'd have salad and bread sticks :) 

The final get-together with Nellie was celebrating Christmas last year in 2023. We had Shirley's kids and partners, Nellie and Mary, Candy and me. 

And so it goes.
peace~~~

The Adventures of Nellie and Doris: The One With the Roadtrip

It all started when I graduated with my Bachelor's Degree from Portland State University. I graduated with a degree in Speech Communication, in Sociology, and a minor in Journalism. I was an over achiever....

Not long afterwards, my long-time partner left me. In my devastation, I immediately cut my hair--why do women always cut their hair?--and tried to think what I could do to start over with my life. The same-ole same-ole just didn't sit well. I needed to get away and start over, bringing my sons along with me to our new lives.

Nellie and I talked over what I could do and we came up with a real change for my life. I could move to Southern Oregon and live as a free-lance journalist. I had been working as a columnist for a local paper, ghost writer for a local political figure, as well as a news journalist for the Vanguard. I was offered a house rent-free (for tending the house) on the Klamath Indian Reservation. I thought I could do it. So, Nellie and I decided to drive down to Sprague River to see the house and meet the neighbors.

As we both worked at Candy's Kwik Shop on the weekends, we were granted permission by Bill and Candy to take the weekend off. We grabbed the kids, tossed them into the back of the truck camper-shell, packed up some food, and took off.  Nellie's brother Dan wanted to come along, so the three adults crammed into the cab. Off we headed out the 278 miles.

At about 45 miles south, the truck started acting up. We pulled into a gas station in Salem to see what was the problem.  Oooops! It was the radiator! To repair, it would be an overnight wait. What to do. What to do.

Nellie and I looked at one another, looked at the truck, looked back at one another and said in unison, "Well, we are already almost half way there...let's hit the road!" And off the truck-load of people went, continuing the trip south.

We did okay along I-5. If needed, we would pull off the freeway and get water at a gas station, then roll back onto the freeway.  A few miles south of Eugene, we exited the freeway onto Highway 58, also known as Willamette Highway.  This route runs southeast to Klamath Falls, a "short-cut from driving I-5 all the way down the Willamette Valley and turning east: more like an "L". Hwy 58 just by-passes all the main towns as it gently moves across the mountains. It is a scenic roadway will goes over the Cascade Range, past beautiful alpine lakes and sparkling reservoirs, and through two national forests. 

We headed across Oregon along this gorgeous road. As a side note, Dan'l was quite the mischievous guy. I loved Dan so much. He always made me laugh and was simply full of life.  But he had a little trouble with the law.... In the cab of the truck, we sat with Nellie driving, me in the middle, and Dan'l shotgun. When he'd see a car heading toward us, he'd duck down just in case it was a cop and that cop could catch a glimpse of Dan, recognize him (both cars going 65 mph), and turn around to arrest him.  For what? Who knows. So Dan'l would duck down to hide, leaving Nellie and I to look like romantic partners. Yeah, it was a game, right? We all laughed a lot on this trip.

Now, the radiator.... It didn't heal itself and here we were on a gorgeous scenic route going through two national forests.... Yes, the truck heated over and what could we do? Well, lookie here! There was fresh snow on the side of the highway! So, we'd pull over and everyone would jump out--adults from the cab and all four kids from the back camper-shell. And we'd search for trash with which we could pick up snow. We found a couple cans, a plastic sandwich container, and maybe a cup or two. And everyone would grab up what snow we could and that was how we cooled off the radiator. Every few miles. We'd simply pull over and the circus would start up again, us looking a bit like the Keystone Cops.

We were all still laughing when we hit Klamath Falls--Nellie and Dan's parents lived there--and immediately took the truck to the repair place. After dinner with their family, we all settled in for the night.

The next day we went to the reservation for a tour. It was a grand place. The house was a simple mid-century model, one level. The yard opened up to the rest of the homes. It would be a good place to start over.

The trip home was uneventful. Dan'l stayed down in Klamath Falls, so no drama with approaching cars and possible cops. The radiator was repaired, so no snow bunnies hopping along gathering snow. We arrived back in Portland, unloaded the truck, and went back to our everyday lives.

As another side note, my sons did not want to move from their home and their father sued me for custody. The process was much too painful for my sons, so I decided to stay where we were and simply move through the dramas in my life. And we all lived happily ever after.

My beloved friend, my wonderful Nellie. I will always miss your grace and quiet humor, your desire to go along with whatever I said we could do, your laughter. Your beautiful soul. And our adventures will live on always in my heart.

 

and so it goes
peace~~~

The Adventures of Nellie and Doris: The One on the Fourth of July

 

 

It was such a great day, playing at the lake, eating great food, and mostly, hanging with friends. July 4, 1980 (or so...what's a year or two anyway?).

Scott, Baby Boo, me

Nellie and I thought it would be fun to head up to Salmon Creek for the day, and then watch fireworks at Fort Vancouver that night. So we went all out.  Mary--Nellie's sister--and Doug and family all came. Nellie and Bobby and family all came. And my friend Scott, my sons and April--our little Baby Boo--came.  Scott and I often took Baby Boo (our neighbor's grandgirl) with us to fun places.

Mary and Nellie and hubs

Nellie made the macaroni salad and fried the chicken--this I can swear to because she always did that.  We probably had beans and taco salad and chips. Lots of chips. And a bunch of dessert stuff. Food was one of our great pleasures. Laughing and eating and enjoying ourselves.

 

We spent the day swimming and playing. The kids ran around like crazy, and Baby Boo was the darling of the group. Everyone, even the kids, rolled around with her. 

As the day wore on,  we decided it was time to head down to Vancouver so we could get good seats at the fort. I love fireworks and am the oooher and ahhher in the crowd. We were looking forward to the wonderful show and Scott and I were looking forward to seeing Boo's reaction to the fireworks. Everyone was excited.

We arrived at the fort and found parking. Everyone jumped out of their truck or car and my kids from Scott's van. It was specially made with a ramp so Scott's could escape in his wheelchair. I started to lower the ramp for Scott to exit and the ramp stopped. Just stopped. It wouldn't lower. It just sat there open but up in the air. Bobby and Doug looked over the ramp and couldn't figure out how to lower the ramp. He was stuck! 

The kids were disappointed that we had to leave; so, we decided they chould stay with Nellie and Mary, including Baby Boo, so they could watch the show.  Scott and I decided we would drive over to Bill and Candy's place (owners of our store) and have Bill fix the ramp. Like my dad, Bill could fix anything.

Well, anything except the ramp, that is. No go. Nada. Too bad; so sad. What the heck...we might as well stay on the street and watch the neighborhood firework show that Bill and the neighbors were presenting. Scott stayed on the open ramp and I stood around the van. After a bit we decided to head downtown where Scott lived in hope of figuring out how we could get him out of his van.

The Fort Vancouver fireworks were over around 9:00 and my kids and April Boo and all the Nellie family, headed home.  Boo was returned to her grandmother and my sons were put to bed.

And what were Scott and I doing all this while? Why, we were entertaining the local firefighters. That's who we had to call in order to rescue Scott. After some thinking and trying, he was finally put on the ground. We waved and thanked the firefighters and headed to his apartment. He went to bed and I headed home to my family.

As the years go by, the adventures of Nellie and I were able to continue. The two of us continued to do crazy fun silly things. Sometimes Nellie would end up with all the kids with me following her lead in the world. Sometimes I ended up with the kids and Nellie followed my lead into the world. But always together. We always had the best of times. Always.

And so it goes
peace~~~

The Adventures of Nellie and Doris: The One On Our Way to Seaside

It was a rare Saturday that I had off from the store. Between classes at PSU, working in the Speech Communication office and working at the store, I didn't often have time for playing. I decided we needed a drive to the coast. Nellie was working at the store until 3:00, so I grabbed my sons and her kids (Missy and Robbie), plus our dog Soma, and tossed them all in the car. I packed up some sandwiches and snacks, some drinks, and got the car ready. We brought towels and suits and everything we needed for a day in the sun and sand.

We left early so we could have a great time. It was such a perfect day: a sunny weekend, a day off, and gas in the car. YippeeSkippee! It jes done get no better dan dat. 

As it was early, there was light traffic on the road, even on such a grand day. The old Oregon joke is that summer fell on a weekend; most Oregonians slept late and missed it. But not us! We were heading down Hwy 26, moving past Hillsboro, on past Banks, and passing by Manning.  We were singing and laughing and having a great time.

After we left the farming fields, the forest became our view. First some flat lands and then some forest. Not a soul around. Just a great two-lane highway shaded by the canopy of trees. Such a glorious day. 

Until the tire popped. And we veered off the pavement. And flat-tire rattled to the side of the road.  All safe back there? Yeah. Flat tire! And then I suddenly visualized the newly repaired spare tire sitting on my front porch. Yeah, on the porch, not in the car.

We all sat in the car for a few moments, thinking about what we could do. This is way before car phones--before even those old brick phones. No traffic.  No phones. No spare. No nothing. 

So we piled out of the car and looked around.  Suddenly we see a State Trooper car coming east toward us.  Missy and I run after it as it passe, waving our arms and yelling. STOP! STOP! and the officer eventually saw us and stopped. We asked if he would call Nellie at the store and bring the spare to us.  He agreed and we ran back to the car to spread the news.

We knew we had a wait since Nellie wouldn't get off work until 3:00.  We were a good hour out of town. Thank goodness we had those sandwiches and snacks and drinks and towels! So we spread out those towels along the side of the road and settled in. Except my elder son, who refused to get out of the car.  He didn't want people driving by to think that we thought THIS was a great spot to stop and have a picnic. Hey. No sense of adventure, that kid ;)

Now, if you have to have a flat tire along the side of the road on the way to the coast, this was the best spot. After a bit of exploring, we discovered that there was a bit of a river behind the trees and brush. So while we waited those five hours for Nellie to come to our rescue, we played in the water, ate our sammies, and drank our drinks. At some point my elder son got out of the car and played with us. Perfect day.

The traffic had really picked up during our wait. We found out later that Nellie's oldest daughter had come by with friends and had seen our car on the side of the road. Didn't think anything of it. Kept on driving. We persevered.

And then sometime around 5:00, like Mighty Mouse flying into the scene, Nellie and Bobby showed up carrying our spare tire and dinner.  Yes, Nellie got off work and went home, fried up some chicken, whipped up some macaroni salad, tossed bottles of water into the truck, and came to save us. We continued on to the beach with that silly flat replaced with the good one. We settled on the beach to eat fried chicken and macaroni salad. 

Nellie, Bobby and I sat on the cooling sand, watching the sun begin to set. The kids continued to play on the beach. And then we all gathered our things, packed up the car and the truck, and headed home. 

And the adventures continue~~~
peace

The Adventures of Nellie and Doris: The One At Candy's Kwik Shop

Across the street from my house in SE Portland there was a small market.  Well, it looked small but when you entered it was like Dr. Who's tardis phonebooth. It went on forever.

Anything you needed was in that store. Need a ham for Thanksgiving dinner? Yep, got that.  Need the coldest beer and freshest popcorn in town? Yep, got that. Need eggs, cigarettes, milk, pancake syrup? Oh yeah. Video games and fresh donuts, along with freshly brewed coffee. We even had an ATM machine, hot dogs on a spit, freshly baked cookies. And candy...lots and lots of candy.

The store became a Minit Mart about a year after I moved into the neighborhood. None of us were happy that some corporate store was moving into the space.  After all, it used to be a real market with fresh butchered meat from a meat counter. That was before my time, but yeah it used to be real. And along comes a Minit Mart. The previous owner came over to my house, sat on the front step, and told me about the sale. He apologized but said it was time to move on. But hey! That new Minit Mart turned out to be owned by the greatest couple in the world: Bill and Candy Field.

I got to know the owners quickly. I was working for Portland Public Schools as a Special Education Aide. My first year at college, I continued working for PPS but then summer came along; I was out of work. I had been hanging around the owners of the store in the daytime and the night clerks later on, so the owners gave me a job. I started working nights--3:00-closing. It was the best place to be! I was able to learn all the neighborhood gossip, meet all the kids up and down the area, and could have my kids sleep in their own beds at night.  After all, I was right across the street.

My kids were taken care of by Nellie on the weekends and after school. She would then help them brush their teeth and go to bed at night at our house.  It worked out pretty good.  As school started, they became latchkey kids.  They would come home, come over to see me at the store, and then go over Nellie's for dinner and homework. While they would visit me at least once a day, they were not allowed to hang out at the store while I worked.  As they got older, they would come over and grab something like Reeser's 49cent burrito or a hot dog for an afternoon snack.

After a while, Bill and Candy needed a weekend morning clerk. Nellie asked for the job.  Now the truth was that Candy was unsure of Nellie as a clerk. She thought Nellie was too soft and didn't have the gumption to toss out someone who needed to be tossed out. That was the surprise of Candy's life...Nellie came from strong gumptions.  That woman tossed out more shoplifters than any other clerk, including Bill. She was used to spotting the "untrusted" out there because some of her husband's family were...hmmm...how does one say this...cheaters. Shoplifters. Free-hand shoppers. She could spot one anywhere.

So there the weekends were: Nellie opened the store and I closed it. We were taught to walk around the store and face the products on the shelves when the store was slow. We were so used to doing this that we would go into any store and start facing their cans and goods as we shopped. 

Some years down the line, Bill and Candy bought out Minit Mart and turned the little store into Candy's Kwik Shop. While they had some losers working for them here and there--the one who quit a morning gig by leaving a note on my door...I had to get up and dress, open the store until Bill or Candy could get there.  Or the one who had "hurt his foot" and had so much bandages and gauze around it that it looked like a basketball.  I sent him home and worked. He never came back. Or the woman who worked maybe one weekend and quit to work at a 7-11 across town. No notice; just quit--while they had a few losers, the majority of the workers were loyal and great.  My younger son started there as a bottle boy and began on the till after he turned 18. My friend Stewart started working weekends to my nights before Nellie came on. At one point every neighbor kid worked there, either as a bottle boy, stacking the coolers, or sweeping the lot.

And who was in charge of the neighborhood on all those weekends? Yeah. Nellie and me.

and the beat goes on
peace~~~

 

Nellie and Doris Adventures: Mutt and Jeff

 

My family moved to Portland in February, 1976 and settled into a small two-bedroom house in lower SE. It had a nice-sized front yard and an open lot connected to it. It was a few days after moving in before we could get any heat turned on. There was a small market across the street--Minit Mart--and as I introduced myself, I mentioned our lack of heat to the owners during this February freeze.  The owner of the store rushed home and brought me an electric heater to use until our gas was turned on. Hmmm...so this was the type of neighborhood in which we moved, a neighborhood that cared about and helped one another.

That first spring, I happily started a little garden while the boys were napping. I grew radishes, lettuce, and something else that was easy to grow. I was NOT a gardener; know that right up front. Gardening got me outside in hopes I could meet some of my neighbors.

Now that the weather was nicer, I noticed that there were a bunch of kids about my boys' ages.  Next door from the empty lot were three boys: Steve, Richard, and Tommy. Across the street one house had three kids: Teresa, Arty, and Troy. And next door to this house had three kids: Stephanie, Missy, and Robbie. I had never lived in a neighborhood with lots of kids, not even growing up. This was great!

I decided we needed a little How Do You Do potluck in the neighborhood, so I invited the families over for a neighborhood party. I met and had great friendships with Shirley and Nellie until the day they died. This potluck event turned into something we all did together for many many years. 

As a neighborhood, we had many adventures--store hold ups, neighborhood rival family fights in the store parking lot, cars crashing into the small apartment kitty-corner from my house. The list goes on. But these stories of adventures are with my wonderful beautiful best friend Nellie. We went everywhere together. I might suggest we do something and Nellie would agree. Or she had an idea and I'd jump into the game. And we'd pack up the kids and off we'd go. For example, in the ultra hot of summer, we would decide to walk up to Mt Scott Park for a swim. Great idea! The kids and we could get out of our cranky moods and get cool. Of course! Great Idea! After all, it was only 1.5 miles! The problem was the 1.5 mile walk home.  And there we were, once again hot and cranky.

I knew that Nellie was shorter than me, but then most people in my life were. Since I hit six foot tall in high school, I just stopped paying attention to heights

between people. Yeah, the downside was it did stop me from dating way back then because most the boys hadn't reached their full height yet, but I actually liked being tall. I will admit that one of the problems with being a 6 foot young woman in 1968 was that store-bought dresses were just not long enough to satisfy the "no more than two inches above the knee" dress code we had in high school. Plus these legs were long and I got sent home many times to change my clothes (as a side note, I didn't go home but drove to the beach for the day instead.  Hey! They sent me home!). By the time I was in my 20s, I wore what I wanted and I loved to wear platform shoes. 

As I said, I stopped paying attention to differences in heights...that is until one day we were walking around in the neighborhood and the sun was behind us. And there that height difference jumped in our faces. Nellie came almost to my shoulder.  That was when I started calling us Mutt and Jeff.

With all my heart I wish I could still walk the streets (hey! those quarters add up!) with my beautiful friend Nellie Barney.

and the beat goes on
peace