I was no different than most musicians in the seventies. All I wanted was to change the world with my words and music. From broken down taverns to Holiday Inns, my guitar and harmonica echoed the dreams of a generation. All I needed was a t-shirt, a jean jacket, patched Levi's, and wheels. This collection of letters tells the story of a 3000-mile road trip from Canada to Florida and back. I was a 27 year-old traveler who needed to see what more the planet offered beyond the Key West sunset while digging for 25 million-year-old shark teeth along the way.
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Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very
3/17/2005
John,
this is the greatest letters and I love who they are written to you have some interesting quotes in there that truly bring back alot of memories. It's nice to see I was not the only gypsy on here. You had a lot more adventure than I did though. You really are a survivor for sure. I love the way you used defense tactics there. That is fun and very insightful Your taste in music is as mine. The Eagle's song there you mentioned is a very meaningful song to me. Thanks! I truly enjoyed this! cold cold cold cool!
Thanks John for these smiles and the trip to the good ol' days. Why do they have to be good ol' days though? Life was nice then Laid back, friends everywhere.
PEACE!
Tracey
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
You can view this story on my website - www.megamarine.com/letters.htm
