(1980 memoirs)
Of course Harry [the drummer] and I had movie dates, etc. Sometimes after a movie we'd go to Sanford Cemetery and sit on the tombstones and talk. He might put his arm around me and say, "Well, I see you have on your cast-iron protector tonight." I would giggle and say, "Yes." So then pretty soon we'd walk home! This went one for a while, and it wasn't too many weeks before we mutually went our separate ways. Too little in common.
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