A chance encounter with true fame, no matter how ephemeral or brief it might be, leaves a special 'mark' that adheres to one's self forever more... [A memory snip - I was at a place called Quick Silver on the Hwy 51 strip in Carbondale. The year was 1970 and this song played on the jukebox. I looked out the window, on the street and saw you for just a second. Your name was SZ and I will never forget you....]
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