Tuesday, August 5, 2008



Back in 1973, my folks went to see Jim Croce in Concert. A young comedian was the opening act. He looked terribly disheveled- Dressed in an untucked and wrinkled button down shirt and tripping over his microphone cord. His name was Woody Allen and he kept them breathlesslessly laughing from the moment he started stammering. One week after the show, Jim Croce died in a plane crash. We had his best-of on 8-track and I loved it as a little kid, especially Bad, Bad Leroy Brown and this song, with its references to the Lone Ranger and Superman

YOU DON"T MESS AROUND WITH JIM

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