Had to go to work for a while on a Saturday, listening to Zappa on the drive in as recompense, I noticed Bobby Martin’s odd turn on the final lyric of Gregg Allman’s “Whipping Post“:
You know sometimes I try to believe
That there ain’t no such thing
As dyin’
Ya know, Bobby’s wrong ’bout that, but that works in so many diffent ways anyway.
I am trying to reach Lissa Heineman. I did a search on Google and found your journal and photos of your family. Would ask Lissa if she would like to correspond? We knew eacher other from high school into college a long time ago.
Laura Sederberg from Northridge, CA
lsederberg@csuchico.edu
Cool!
I’ll pass on your coordinates to her. (Isn’t Google great for this sort of thing?)