I had never met Watson, certainly never knew him
Remembered vaguely that he had a radio show a long time ago
that I used to like a lot, some kind of interview show, I thought
called “Listening with Watson”
In no time I found myself in a remote suburban place—
Lots of trees, flowers and green, and I knew the house I was walking past
belonged to Watson—so I walked down the lane to the door and let myself in
Soon a large number of people, men and women, arrived— mostly
middle-aged like me but duller and one of them
(a balding, slightly overweight, man— who later told me he
was Watson’s son) asked me what was I doing there
I told him I was a big fan of Watson’s and that I wanted to say hi
That was okay and, to much general laughter, he showed me a video of Watson
in Florida sunbathing and getting out of the water and told me Watson
was being treated for cancer and wasn’t at his Westchester home now
but that I was welcome to stay for lunch
Everyone began taking their seats in tables that were lined up
horizontally and vertically with an opening in the rectangular middle
with white table cloths and I carefully waited
until everyone else sat down and then cheerfully
seated myself in the one open seat left which was next to Watson’s son
He and I chatted a bit about Watson and his terrific radio show
Then he leaned over and confidentially said to me alone
“You know, many of Watson’s fans and friends come here
and they think I am far more generous than I am”
I assured him that I was not interested in
receiving anything, was not in need,
and always made a point of taking care of myself
When lunch was over I left the house,
quickly came home, and got out of bed determined
to look up “Listening with Watson” on the internet
It was an all night classical music show
from my youth that I now remember— there was no schedule, just music
and the deep resonant Watson voice— Watson a navy man who didn’t live
in Westchester and died in 1992 of a cancerous brain tumor
His surviving relatives all live in Texas

-December 17, 2011-