Saturday, March 25, 2006
The Buck Passes On
I saw Buck Owens from my Dad's shoulders in a car lot in P
omona, California when I was about five years old. I was surrounded by adults, and being only as high as my Dad's belly button, found this a barrier to visibility. When my father lifted me up and set me on his neck, I could see the stage, all dressed up in Red, white and blue, and in the midst of that stage, the "Hee Haw" guy, Buck Owens, was pickin' on his guitar and singing, "Bakersfield".
He will be missed.
omona, California when I was about five years old. I was surrounded by adults, and being only as high as my Dad's belly button, found this a barrier to visibility. When my father lifted me up and set me on his neck, I could see the stage, all dressed up in Red, white and blue, and in the midst of that stage, the "Hee Haw" guy, Buck Owens, was pickin' on his guitar and singing, "Bakersfield". He will be missed.
