Four of those fellers went down with Otis. The fickle finger of fate....
One of my great regrets was not taking the trip from Greenwood Mississippi to Memphis, along with two of my coworkers, to see Otis in the summer of '67. Little did I know that Otis would die later that year. My cousins both worked with Otis and all the musicians of that time and place and have many stories about those days. Me, all I have is one missed opportunity.
Hi Sixty Grit- Well, that makes your cousins cooler than me, that's for sure. Faint praise, I know. Hi G. Bob- The Flying Fickle Finger of Fate, at that. Where's Frank Farkle and Ferd Berfel when you really need them?
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