Bruce U. Utah Phillips

In a matter of a few minutes Anne Feeney phoned me from an airport in Houston. Al Grierson's "Lonely Deadhead Box-Car" was playing on Random on my iPod. After our conversation, I went to check my email. Jim Page was singing "Anna Mae." I had an email from Jim. I have pasted it below. As I read it Utah sang "All Used Up." As I responded to Jim's Email Arlo Guthrie sang "Hobo's Lullaby."

> In the night of May 23, 2008, Bruce Duncan Phillips died in great peace,

> asleep in his bed in Nevada City, California, with his wife Joanna by

> his side.

>

> Amazingly, at the very same instant that the scholar Bruce Phillips

> finally discovered his angle of repose, U. Utah Phillips flagged a

> westbound freight train. Yes, a mighty fast rattler, on a long

> west-bound track. He needed no ticket, he was welcomed on board.

>

> The immediate family and neighbors of Bruce Phillips, along with any

> Wobblies who happen to be passing through, are gathering in Nevada City

> to do all the things that must be done. Please give them the quiet

> respect they so need right now.

>

> But you can wave "So Long!" to Utah when that train moves west. Hey,

> hear the whistle? He's passing by right now!