The first time I heard “Bridge Over Troubled Water“ by Simon and Garfunkel, I was sitting on the floor of the pool room of the psychiatric ward in Lubbock, Texas, where I was hospitalized after Larry left for Florida. Here’s a video of the song. It was 1970 and Larry was stationed at Hurlburt Field on the Florida panhandle, the training base for pilots assigned to the Air Force Special Operations Command headed to Vietnam. Laura was at the babysitter’s.
Mesmerized by the words of the song as the music poured through the intercom system, I was convinced “Bridge Over Troubled Water” was written for us. Larry is my bridge over trouble water, I thought to myself as I watched the younger patients play pool and words of the song washed over me like a prayer. I had felt safe with Larry since our first date. Simon and Garfunkel’s words articulated what he meant to me. I had fallen apart once he left for Florida and all I wanted was for Laura and me to be with him.