Roger’s email to me with the story of this photo:

Text of the David Gahr Photo.

Roger Deitz <banjoroger@att.net>	Aug 21, 2021, 5:40 PM
to suedeckhart

“In August, 1991, just a few weeks before he passed away, Gamble Rogers and I were having breakfast at the George Washington Lodge. This was before driving to our scheduled humor workshop at The 30th Philadelphia Folk Festival. We were discussing my ailing father, Gamble consoling me, “All you can do is your best while you are here,” he offered in a gentle, calming and considered voice. The turmoil and angst of my situation had me frazzled, but I focused on his words, and on his example. I now had purpose, and a reason to resolve that, while things were tough, I could still do right by my Dad. I would, and I could, and was actually fortunate by the opportunity to do so. Gamble reminded me that – I still had the gift of having my father to speak with, to help, and to love.

Just then, photographer David Gahr stopped at the table, excitedly saying he had a great idea for a photo. A few minutes later, Gamble and I were kneeling on either side of the front highway’s double yellow line, traffic rushing by us in either direction. “This is going to be a great one!” Dave encouraged, instructing us to remain still as he kept shooting and shooting. “I don’t mind telling you Roger, I am more than a little bit nervous,” Gamble confided as trucks and cars sped by. “Don’t worry,” Dave assured us, “I’m watching both of you.” “He’s watching US?” Gamble whispered, “Who’s watching HIM?” Of course, those very vehicles were whizzing by Gahr while his only “focus” was through his SLR camera. A few weeks later, Gamble was gone.

David raved about the print, and when he sent a couple of signed copies to me, my eyes fell on the ominous image of a car seemingly pointed at Gamble. Gamble Rogers did his best while he was here, as did David Gahr. Bless them both. Lesson learned.”

Let me know my friend  – I did not mention how Gamble left in this

The story of Gamble’s passing, mentioned above here, is told in this song by Steve Gillette.

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