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I rarely listen to npr, but my husband does. He likes to listen to it at full blast while he's taking a shower. This morning, I heard a story that made me gasp and feel quite sad: Odetta passed away yesterday.

I remember Black History Month several years ago. I'd set up a cool display that anyone could add to, by writing their favorite African American artist, writer, dancer, etc. on an index card and sticking it to the board. Someone put up a notice for a free concert featuring Odetta.

I could NOT wait.

Finally the day came and I was shocked that the place was not mobbed. Surely others had grown up listening to one of the coolest humorous folk singers of the day! Despite the lack of a crowd, we enjoyed the h*ll out of that show and I felt fulfilled and sad when it ended.

I know she had a full life, but for me it was not long enough. I'm sad you're dead, Odetta, my Sea Lion Woman.