Thank-you. That was awesome. True Story: I grew up in a very blue color area of the Hudson Valley in NY. In 1970 (or it could have been 1969 or 1971), a neighbor held a “welcome home” party for his son, who had been wounded (punji stick) in Viet Nam. He invited everyone in the community. And sitting on a high-top chair between the food and alcohol, there was a guy with a guitar and great voice named “Don McLean.” I was around age eleven. I would be lying if I said he played an early version of “American Pie” or “Stormy, Stormy Night,” but I later learned that this was the real Don McLean. Apparently he and my neighbor’s son crossed paths and connected, and so, Don McLean played at his Viet Nam homecoming.
What a great story/memory.