There Are No Coincidences (or It’s 9:00 a.m., Do You Know Where Your Past Is?)

Exhibit A: a photograph of me in Maryland from 1977. A very fine photographer friend of mine was cleaning out his archives and sent me this while I was in Santa Fe having fish & chips with the women in the previous post. I already knew one of them when Ed took that picture, and it wasn’t my wife! Bought that guitar from her husband, too.

Hey, I remember that shirt!

And NOW, we march!!!

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