I first saw Harry Chapin at Mississippi River Festival in Edwardsville, IL. and one time thereafter. The first concert, I sat on the lawn in “the cheap seats”. The second concert, under the tent, it was pouring rain. . .I’ll never forget the feeling, and the goosebumps when he made all of us under the tent, stand up, turn around and sing “All My Life’s A Circle” to all the people in “the cheap seats”.
I remember the days in July when I cried after hearing of his car accident, and the many days since. I am still, and always will be in mourning. Music is not the same.
It simply amazes me how one person could cause such an impact, and change my life forever.
Mary
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