Whitney Houston Gave Me A Private Concert

Whitney Houston gave me a free private Summer Concert. I remember Whitney Houston  as my  neighbor in Mendham New Jersey. Ms. Houston had a lovely house and property and had hired me to put in a rustic split rail fence in the backyard. When I found out who I was working for and that she wanted a fence, I assumed that she was going to ask for some high chain link monstrosity  topped with barbed wire.  I admit that I guessed she would be very hard to work for. Instead, I found her to be a beautiful, soft spoken woman who wanted a simple split rail fence to accentuate the rural feel of the rolling backyard.

The beautiful Whitney Houston. An angel who fought a life-long battle against demons

The beautiful Whitney Houston. An angel who fought a life-long battle against demons

When I built the fence it was a warm summer day. It was not a big job, so I was working by myself. Ms. Houston was at  home with another woman.  They were in the music room, which faced the backyard where I was working. The windows to the room were open to let in the soft breeze.

Then I heard the piano begin to play and the two woman began to sing.  It was a soft song and not one that I recognized. Whitney sang the lead and the other woman harmonized. I don’t know which one was playing the piano. The sound was wonderful.  Periodically they would stop and laugh and then start singing again. It was obvious that they were not rehearsing for anything. They were singing just for the fun of it.

I remember thinking that life does not get much better than this. There I was  in the fresh air in the bright sunlight on a warm day listening to my own private concert.

I  saw Whitney Houston once more after that. I was waiting in line at the Black Horse Tavern in Mendham when she came in with a couple of friends. She did not try to jump the line like a big celebrity, but instead waited like everyone else. Then she saw me and said hello. She actually remembered my name, and said how much she like the fence.  The guys I was with treated me like a real star for the rest of the night after that.

Fans remembering New Jersey girl Whitney Houston

Fans remembering New Jersey girl Whitney Houston

When I heard about her death  years  later I didn’t cry. Let’s face it.  I’m a building contractor in New Jersey. Guys like me don’t cry.  Besides I don’t want to think about that side of her life and her struggles with inner demons and substance abuse.

For me the Real Whitney Houston will always be the one I met. The Whitney Houston I knew was the  beautiful charming woman singing with a friend on a warm summer day; just for the pure joy of being alive. Goodby Whitney.

Editors note: The above story was submitted to East Coast Stories by a building contractor in New Jersey, who asked that his name be kept confidential.

 

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