My dad, my two sisters and, possibly, Annie, the mule. (1940s)
Or, the horse my dad traded for my brother. Well, that's how he put it. He actually sold the horse to pay for the hospital bills when my brother was born.
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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