McCoy and I got together right after his dad died. His dad had spent a lot of time near Mt. Rainier. McCoy told me he was hoping to get his pilot's license and to pour his dad's ashes out as he was flying over that incredible mountain. It didn't happen. In fact he and I used to laugh about how his mom kept his dad's ashes in the trunk of her car for years. I was infatuated by his dream, his plan, and not long after our conversation this song just sort of "came to me."
With Mike McCoy
Mike McCoy and I came to the University of Washington on football scholarships. We became friends and started singing together our freshman year. In this room you'll find songs and stories illuminating some sixty years of sharing the stages of our lives including 30 Dear Partner Letter videos filled with music and memories about our enduring friendship and musical partnership.
