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Friday, October 5, 2018

The Writer's Life 10/5 - Pretty, Pretty Peggy Sue

From Yahoo News, heavily edited by yours truly: The woman Buddy Holly sang about in 1957 passed away on October 1st. Peggy Sue Gerron was 78. In a great bit of trivia, the song was originally titled Cindy Lou, after Holly’s niece. Holly wrote it with producer Norman Petty and Crickets' drummer Jerry Allison, who persuaded his pal to change the name in order to impress his girlfriend, with whom he was having a spat. When the band reformed after the plane crash that killed Holly, the Big Bopper and Richie Valens, she traveled with the group. She and Allison eventually divorced. She attended junior college and became a dental assistant. Her second husband was a plumber, and she became California’s first female licensed woman plumber. When her mom fell ill she returned to her hometown, Lubbock, Texas, where she became a celebrity speaker, columnist, and radio host for a show called Rave On, which is, of course, the title of another Holly hit. In her later years she worked preventing domestic violence and drug abuse. In 2008 she released Whatever Happened to Peggy Sue?: A Memoir by Buddy Holly’s Peggy Sue, in which she included 150 of the entries of the diary she kept back in the day. Each year on February 3rd, "the day the music died," she left a single red rose at Holly’s grave. Here's the cover of her book:


A blurb in today's NY Post reports the results of a scientific study. Harvard researchers have found that increasing the number of wind turbines to create energy will increase temperatures. They also maintain that it will still be better for the environment than fossil fuels. I doubt zealots will be happy with this half a loaf is better than none report.

I get it - Dez Bryant is a jerk, but so are many NFL players. Why won't anyone sign him? Have his skills diminished, or is there more to this story? Last season he caught 69 passes, averaging twelve yards per reception.

My thanks to the kind folks who bought books today, and to the gentleman who donated a large bag filled with mostly non-fiction, much of it intellectually challenging. He lost his job recently, fell way behind on his rent, and is being evicted. He will keep his most cherished titles, and give the rest to me a little at time. Like so many of my donors, he cannot bring himself to throw away books.

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