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A Day Late And A Song Short

October 12, 2019

After a long guitar session tonight, I was thinking of my old friend Ray. Here’s to you my friend!

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We all think that tomorrow is always to be found in the plural, only to learn later in life that it just ain’t so.

In 1974, I lived in an apartment complex in Woodland Hills, California. There were several other musicians living there and gradually I became good friends with one, Ray Allopenna. Ray and I played a lot of guitar together, wrote a couple of songs and over time we became the entertainment at the local bar around the corner named The Loading Zone. Life was simpler then and even then we knew it. We were even a little bored.

My time in Woodland Hills finally came to an end and I moved to nearby Granada Hills. When I last saw Ray, he said he was going to Hawaii to open a charter fishing business. I wished him luck and said I was going to get my life…

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