I don't think we have met. I am Pamela's dad. She is really hoping to visit you this summer.
However, the reason I am posting is that I just noticed that your blog was named In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. Did I just miss that in the past when I was reading it?
One of only two genuine rock concerts that I went to in college was Iron Butterfly. I was on the third row. They played that song and I could feel my chest concussing along with the drums. I'm not counting the Grateful Dead, because they were just a small time band when they played in our student union. :-)
This is for you, Leslie. i'm saving up, we shall toss together again someday.
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Bethany,
I don't think we have met. I am Pamela's dad. She is really hoping to visit you this summer.
However, the reason I am posting is that I just noticed that your blog was named In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida.
Did I just miss that in the past when I was reading it?
One of only two genuine rock concerts that I went to in college was Iron Butterfly. I was on the third row. They played that song and I could feel my chest concussing along with the drums.
I'm not counting the Grateful Dead, because they were just a small time band when they played in our student union. :-)
Kent
hahahahaha awww darling i still have your penny dish and its got change in it too. Remember when I hit james hitchmough in the eye?..
We'll take a trip to toronto and climb the CN tower. ;)
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