Hair, Shirt August 7, 2014 / Thoughts On The Dead / 0 Comments For a while in 1971, Bobby was awful fond of a shirt made out of my Great-Aunt Lilly’s sofa. Related Uncategorized bob weir Previous post Innocent Grins Next post Ace Is High 1 Comment SD August 8, 2014 at 12:12 am The glasses. The hair. The shirt. He’s teaching philosophy at Cortland circa 1972. Untenured but untroubled. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply
The glasses. The hair. The shirt. He’s teaching philosophy at Cortland circa 1972. Untenured but untroubled.