Really, who can resist? My memory of Marley is a concert I went to in Atlanta, shortly before he died, I think. I was dating a very cool senior in high school who introduced me to all sorts of music and concerts in big venues. I remember Bob swinging his head around like a wild man. Merry Christmas, mon. Doobey, oobey.
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ReplyDeleteHow is it I've never heard this before? Thank you for fixing that.
Frozen water pipes here and consequently I'm way behind on the morning's work, but this made my day. Thank you, Elizabeth.
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