Mr. and Mrs. Dickey were teachers in Alex. Mrs. Dickey taught me in fourth grade. They had a grown son, David, who was a musician. He toured with, played bass for, and occasionally wrote songs with the soft-rock band America.
David was somewhat of a favorite son, but also an enigma. Because he traveled so much, he was rarely seen. When I was in elementary school, a group of high school boys put together a little rock ‘n roll band. Cass Howerton, Danny Stewart, maybe Clem Cassmeyer. At an all-school assembly once, they played “Lonely People” and dedicated it to Mr. and Mrs. Dickey. To me, it was perfect, a poignant moment — even though I’m pretty sure I didn’t know what “poignant” meant.
This morning as we boarded the shuttle from the parking lot to the airport at 5:45 a.m., this is the song that was on the shuttle’s radio.