Today is my dad's birthday. He would have been 90 years old. A lot of people live to be that old. He could still be alive - but he's been gone for 36 years. It's a strange thing to think about.
Call me Jimmi Blue. I grew up in a small town (a very small town) in S.E. North Carolina, in the 60s and 70s. As a teenager, I fantasized about Glam Rock and living at Max's Kansas City. I wasted my life daydreaming and playing rock and roll. This blog is a post card sent on my way to Oblivion.
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