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In 1970 I rented a farmhouse and had some of my friends move in and we became sort of a little hippie commune. My Dad nicked named it Mockingbird Hill and it stuck. That's me in the back center by the way. My band practiced there as well and it was the scene of many after hour parties and jams. Out of this motley crew sprang a state education advisor, a dairy farm owner, a landscaper, a film director and a recording studio owner/designer. Who'd a thunk. |
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Me and Poker the wonder dog |
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Some French woman took this shot |
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Me and the bus |
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Singing sumpin' |
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Me, my sister Bonnie and brother Dave in the fabulous 70's |
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Me and sis |
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The three of us with Mom |
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A ha, thought so |
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What's he hiding under that beret? |
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Want to make something of it? |
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Maybe I should have joined the priesthood |
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