Websearches are wonderful, wacky, and often-frustrating things... I learned yesterday ( while searching for info on Three Dog Night ) that Wolfman Jack has been deader a lot longer than I thought I remembered. I feel the Winds of Time breathing down my neck...
Oh my, Wolf Man Jack, awoooh...hey there little red riding hood...sing along now...
Anyway, our family met him shortly before he died.
--- From a seventeenth-century English poem by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678).