I mentioned having a memory the other day:
We had relocated to the Denver area in 1971.
Well, anywhere was better than violence drenched South Carolina!
On my block were some typical teenagers.
John was my closest friend.
His goal in life was to become a lawyer so as to keep his older brother out of prison.
No one thought that older brother had any other future.
And we were right!
One day I was riding my bike home when I recognized a stranger tossing a football around.
I stopped and introduced myself to Denny of the Mamas and the Papas!
Across time I got to meet the other members of the group.
At least 3 or 4 times a year.
Except for Cass Elliot whom was to aloof to talk to a teenage geek.
It was weird but so was I!
Good times.
ro Elliot
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