In 1976, after an involuntary transfer from the University of Virginia to Elon College, I found myself back in the dormitory setting. Nothing in my first 20 years, prepared me for my new roommate. “Laid back” didn’t do him justice. With shoulder length dirty blonde hair, deeply tanned, he couldn’t have been friendlier or more easy going. I liked him immediately. He was wearing flip-flops, which turned out to be his only footwear. He was from Key West. Midway thru the 1st semester, he burst (more like sidled) into our room and proclaimed, “He’s coming! He’ll be in concert next month. I’ve partied with this dude”. Our tiny college with our tiny auditorium, occasionally brought in an unknown musician and charged student $1 to attend. My roommate had some kind of bootleg cassette, which apparently had been recorded on a toaster in some Key West bar, so I was vaguely aware of who he was talking about. By now, I’m sure you’ve figured out that musician was Jimmy Buffett and he made 1,000 die hard fans that night. Since my rooommate was Jimmy’s friend, I got to hang out with them at the one local bar, fraternity houses and dorms for the duration of the night. Jimmy was a prince of a man and a dead ringer for my room mate. Within 6 months, Jimmy had gained the attention of the nation. One of the great and fortunate nights of my life, that has been filled with them.
In 1976, after an involuntary transfer from the University of Virginia to Elon College, I found myself back in the dormitory setting. Nothing in my first 20 years, prepared me for my new roommate. “Laid back” didn’t do him justice. With shoulder length dirty blonde hair, deeply tanned, he couldn’t have been friendlier or more easy going. I liked him immediately. He was wearing flip-flops, which turned out to be his only footwear. He was from Key West. Midway thru the 1st semester, he burst (more like sidled) into our room and proclaimed, “He’s coming! He’ll be in concert next month. I’ve partied with this dude”. Our tiny college with our tiny auditorium, occasionally brought in an unknown musician and charged student $1 to attend. My roommate had some kind of bootleg cassette, which apparently had been recorded on a toaster in some Key West bar, so I was vaguely aware of who he was talking about. By now, I’m sure you’ve figured out that musician was Jimmy Buffett and he made 1,000 die hard fans that night. Since my rooommate was Jimmy’s friend, I got to hang out with them at the one local bar, fraternity houses and dorms for the duration of the night. Jimmy was a prince of a man and a dead ringer for my room mate. Within 6 months, Jimmy had gained the attention of the nation. One of the great and fortunate nights of my life, that has been filled with them.
LMAO!! What, no soy burger while propelling my electric rocket to the moon?