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Here's to the dogs of Toledo Ohio

Today in history (1997) John Denver died while flying his homemade plane. I used to have a couple of albums that were stolen for me (I mean, given to me) by a boyfriend in highschool. I wasn't supposed to notice they were marked with the initials of another girl. Sunshine on my shoulder.

In this picture he looks amazingly like a trombone player I know.

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why a trombone player?

My favorite John Denver song is probably Annies Song.. I think that's the name of it. You fill up my blah blah blah something like that!!
Scout said…
You fill up my senses lik ea walk in the rain blah blah.

I really do know a trombone player--his name is Bob, and he is the spitting image of John Denver, round wire glasses, squinty eyes, straight shaggy hair.
Sassy Sundry said…
My mom had this John Denver moment in the Supermarket. One of his songs was playing on the Musak, and she teared up. "John Denver," she sniffed, "you died." I find it touching.

What about Daddy Don't Get Drunk this Christmas?

P.S. Robyn---I do work for a subsidiary of CBD.
Anonymous said…
Bob trombone player certainly does bear a striking resemblance to John Denver! Why didn't I notice that before?
Pianist friend

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