On May 31, 1975 at 1:15 PM, I was sitting with my friend Rob at the Sunshine Tap in Traer, Iowa, eating a hamburger, fries and washing it down with a Pepsi. I was wearing cut off blue jeans, an old white t-shirt with Cavaliers Drum & Bugle Corps emblazoned across my chest, and sandals.
Around the corner and across the street in Taylor Park, there was a hundred or so people beginni...
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