Heavens we were high back then; watching another girlfriend dance alone at the end of the Chap's first set. Which I missed, pulled over trying to convince the officer hemostats were de rigueur for the introspective cadets in the Poetry Program at the U of A circa 1973.  I did get back. We piled onto the bench seat . Later the lead singer cracked a window and we all fell out.

—Bo Whitley

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