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and a few others. I‟ll tell you about them in a while. For now, let me get the “Stevie
thing” out of the way.
I was with some guys I knew that day, but I can‟t be sure who they were. If I had
to guess, it was Bob Chouinard, Buddy Frahm, and Jerry Fatura, but I may be in error on
some or all of „em. As I recall, Bob didn‟t like Buddy much at time. You‟ll see why he
felt that way when I tell you about Buddy.
It was warm, so it was either the end of spring or the start of fall. I think the MSB
kids went home for the summer, just like we did. I know we just stopped by Bobby‟s
place to find something to do as we walked to the downtown area. Bobby had a neat dog,
a Great Dane who slobbered on everyone. Because he was so huge, I just had to pet him.
I was already in love with the Irish Wolfhound breed, the tallest dogs in the world, (yes,
taller than a Great Dane), but Bobby‟s mutt would do in a pinch. So, when Bobby came
out, we all started shooting the bull a little.
Bobby played the drums. He was actually pretty good. At least, I felt so. He was
later part of a band that went absolutely nowhere, but they played rock „n roll at a few
parties we had, so it was still a lot of fun.
Somebody with us, no idea who, could pick away at a guitar, and there was a nice
one available. I‟m not sure how the next part happened, keeping in mind it was forty-five
years ago. Either Bobby made a call and asked him to come over, or Stevie came to the
Dean‟s house for some reason, but we got a chance to meet him. Then, as happens when
boys are screwing around, a little jam session formed.
Of course, Stevie did the singing. Bobby played drums, and someone was on the
gee-tar. I took up an old set of bongos I found laying around, something I‟d played
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