This one falls under the heading of, “You Just Never Know.”

There is a news peg at the end, so please bear with me as I take a quick stroll down Memory Lane to give you the background.

Rewind the tape to 1974.

One night, not long after my brother Paul and I had moved to Macon, Ga., to become starving musicians, a knock came on our apartment door.

We weren’t expecting company.

It was a high school kid. Well, he was two or three years younger than us, so he seemed like a kid. I think he was a

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