On the main drag of El Segundo, California there were a couple of oil pumping rigs. And there was a shack next to them. One night I broke into the place with my best friend Jack Gillett. 665 more words
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Some things stick in your mind, even after forty plus years. 878 more words
As the country pauses to remember Martin Luther King Jr., I got to thinking about the wonderful song by Dion, “Abraham, Martin and John”.
I remember the first time I heard it, being stunned by Dion singing folk ,as opposed tothe street-corner harmonies he popularized with The Belmonts. 130 more words