randomWalks

I want to tell you about the time my friend Chris Stevens flung a piano with a medieval siege weapon known as a trebuchet. Chris is our local D.J., a self-taught, ex con, mail-order minister with a passion for the transcendent. The piano in question was a 1943 Baldwin upright--good, solid mahogany which had been hauled all the way to Alaska... Ed knew that Maggie ended up with this piano and had no use for it, Chris got it free of charge and the fling was on. Chris told us all to meet him out at Ivory Springer's farm where... flew into space, leaving a vapor trail of broken keys in its wake, and when at last it fell to earth and broke into a million pieces, our spirits were elsewhere, somewhere still aloft in the clouds.

She wore blue jeans, a red-and-white checked blouse, blue suspenders and brown sandals to the Emmy Award ceremony when she was nominated for best supporting actress in 1993. When asked who designed her outfit, she replied, "Me."

I very much miss Northern Exposure, a shining beacon of intelligent early nineties television that could never even get air time now, considering the abysmal standards of today's network crap-on-a-stick.



Godspeed, Ms. Phillips. You are gone but not forgotten.