now i have to listen to one of his songs or i’ll feel like a heel
Whatever happened to Randolph Scott?
The Class of ‘57.
The man could sing you a story.
Harold had two pair who could make the ground shake under your feet. He lived between Stuarts Draft and Steeles Tavern in VA. I remember about ten years ago, I was making my annual holdiay pilgrimage home, and pulled into a liquor store in Staunton, because it was late and the region got hit by a massive snowstorm that closed I-81 at one point. 24” of the white stuff, and the freeway was clogged for two days because a semi jack-knifed and caused a massive pileup that made the national news. Harold was a deacon at his local church there, IIRC. Man, he could rattle the floorboards.