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Perhaps the love-struck young man was related to a guy named Dave who went to college with us... He has been the poster child for reminding me that a guitar does not make the singer.


Hi Toni and G: Yes, T, what a cast of characters, past and present. I remember Dave, G. That poor fellah couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, and his geetar-playing skills gave new meaning to the word "omigawd". I am sure he had other wonderful qualities.

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