Artistes The actor Richard “Kinky” Friedman has d ied. He was 79 years old.
The news came through X on Thursday. “Kinky Friedman stepped on a rainbow at his beloved Echo Hill surrounded by family & friends,” said it. “Kinkster endured tremendous pain & unthinkable loss in recent years but he never lost his fighting spirit and quick wit.”
“Kinky will live on as his books are read and his songs are sung,” said the post. His name was John and he went to the University of Texas at Austin. The exact day he d ied was not given.However, Kinky also ran for governor of Texas as an independent candidate in 2006. With 12% of the vote, he came in fourth place out of six candidates. PROFILE IN MUSIC King Arthur & the Carrots was Kinky’s first band, which he started at UT. They only made one record in 1966, which was Schwinn 24/Beach Party Boo Boo. Surf music was made fun of by King Arthur & The Carrots. Ginky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys was Richard’s second band. They were formed in 1973. They didn’t stay together for long, and Kinky’s self-titled album came out in 1974.
Following two years, Kinky went on tour with Bob Dylan. He was a musical guest on Season 2 of Saturday Night Live after the tour. In 2011, the artist went on a world tour as the main act. KiNKY has put out 18 albums so far. His most recent one, Circus of Life, came out in 2018. NOTHING ELSE Later, when Richard’s music career stopped going forward in the 1980s, he started writing.
He mostly wrote detective books, which have made-up versions of himself and lyrics from his songs. In New York City, the character fights crime while telling jokes, giving advice, recipes, and charm. In his mind, he is like Sherlock Holmes from a different time. Kinky Friedman did not appear in Kill Two Birds and Get Stoned or The Christmas Pig, two books that Kinky wrote. Additionally, he had a regular column for Texas Monthly from 2001 to 2005.
He stopped writing the column when he ran for governor in 2006. But two years later, the newspaper brought back his column every two months. In 1986, Richard ran as a Republican for Justice of the Peace in Kerrville, Texas, but lost. This was before he ran for Governor.
A Blind Elderly Woman Asked Me to Walk Her Home — The Next Day, Her Sons Showed Up on My Doorstep with the Police
It had been six months since I had lost my father, and while life went on, the sadness remained.
I found peace in visiting his tomb once a week and sharing with him things I could no longer say.
I stood by his grave with a bunch of white lilies, his favorite.
“Goodbye, Dad,” I muttered, wiping away a tear.
As I turned to go, I observed a thin figure standing a few rows away next to a recently dug grave. An elderly blind woman wearing a plain black outfit grasped a white cane.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said softly, approaching her. “Do you need help?”
She turned her head toward me, her lips curving into a slight smile. “Oh, thank you, dear. I’d appreciate it if you could walk me home. My sons were supposed to pick me up, but I think they’ve forgotten.”
“Of course,” I said. “I’d be happy to help.”
She introduced herself as Kira. Her husband, Samuel, had pa:ss:ed away just days before.
“They didn’t even wait with me at the cemetery,” she continued bitterly. “My sons, Ethan and Mark. They said they’d come back in half an hour, but I waited two hours. Samuel always said they’d be the death of me, but I didn’t want to believe him.”
We arrived at her modest home, a charming brick house encircled by a rose garden. “Would you like to come inside for tea?” she inquired.
The inside was warm and pleasant, with faded photos on the walls. One drew my attention: a younger Kira and a man I guessed was Samuel, their hands intertwined, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower.
“Samuel installed cameras all over the house,” Kira explained as she poured tea. “He did not trust the boys.
I had no idea how much that small act of kindness would change my life.
The next morning, I was startled awake by a banging on my door. My heart raced as I stumbled out of bed, still half sleepy.
I opened the door to discover two men looking at me, flanked by a police officer. One of the men, maybe 35, broad-shouldered and enraged, pointed at me. “That’s her! She was in our mother’s house yesterday!”
“I walked her home from the ce:m:etery yesterday.”
The younger of the two males, approximately 25, took a stride toward me, his face flushed with rage. “And then what? You decided to rob her blind?”
“Mom told us you were in her house. She said you stayed for tea. Who else would’ve taken the money and jewelry?”
“This has to be a mistake. I didn’t take anything!”
How had things gone so wrong?
Kira was already at the station, seated in a corner with her cane resting on her knee. Her face lit up when she spotted me.
“Thank goodness,” she said, reaching out for my hand. “I told them you didn’t do it.” “And because they’re greedy.”
“Samuel installed cameras in the house, remember? Officer, I told you to check the recordings.”
Ethan’s face became pallid. “Mom, you don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, I think I do,” Kira shot back. “I’m tired of covering for you boys.”
One hour later, the corps returned carrying a laptop. “See?” I said, relief washing over me. “I didn’t take anything!”
Moments after my leaving, Ethan and Mark arrived in the picture, digging through drawers and cabinets. They emptied jewelry cases and took cash from an envelope stashed in a cookie jar.
Ethan stammered, “We… we were looking for paperwork!”
The brothers were arrested on the scene and charged with larceny and making a fake report.
I was free to leave, but the encounter had left a bitter taste in my mouth. As I accompanied Kira home that evening, she opened up more about her family.
“Samuel adored them when they were younger,” she said. “But as they grew older, they changed. They became greedy, always asking for money, never giving back.”
In the weeks that followed the horrific incident, I found myself pulled to Kira’s house more frequently than I anticipated. Our original bond, formed in the most unlikely of circumstances, strengthened with each visit.
“Maybe Samuel sent you to me.” Kira said.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For being my light in a dark moment.”
“Sometimes, strangers become family in ways you never expect.”
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