ROG, My modesty forced me to omit the fact that our mutual friends would wrench the guitar out of his clutches prematurely and say: "Your turn, Don!" Bob was doing Johnny Cash and Buddy Holly covers. LOL. Buddy and Johnny (nor Elvis) he is NOT!

I still can picture us...Long sideburns; Flattops; DA haircuts with absolutely no less than a pound of Palm-aide (butch wax); black leather jackets with at least 100 zippers; high engineer boots with buckles on the tops; Tee-shirts with a pack of smokes rolled up in our sleeves. The "Fonzies" of the 50s. Everything but a motorcycle. LOL.

We would "hang" at Sammy's Pizza Parlor on Friday nights and weekends sniffing out girls and parties. Incidentally, Sammy's is still there and bustling some 55 years later. That speaks to a superior quality product. Best pizza I've ever eaten.