By Jim Hagarty
I have always been a big John Denver fan. I’ve loved his voice, his lyrics, his tune smithing and his guitar playing. His voice grew in stature over time, so much so that he did not sound out of place singing with Placido Domingo on Sometimes Love. I recorded Some Days are Diamonds on my little pocket digital recorder that came free in a box of Cracker Jacks. Brace yourself!
I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.
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