Every morning at around 8:00 am Buddy Richardson would roll up to the house on San Carlos for our work day to begin. According to him, my grandmother wouldn't allow him to wake me up. He would have to sit and wait patiently for the sun to bring me around. He claims that he never minded because Lottie would bring him her homemade rolls and coffee or sassafras tea.
We planned that band for almost a year before we even got to the music. "Noah's Ark Will Save The World." That was the idea. We meant it. I still do.
That band never lived up to its potential. Oh, it was swell on a good night and the three 45's stand up to a certain standard. It should have changed everything. It should have saved the world.