I was 17yrs old, and out on my own. I lived in a boarding house, and one of the people that lived there was playing this album over and over. I just could not seem to get enough of it. When I asked who it was, I was told it was Harry Chapin.

I never knew that stories could touch one’s life, and make it matter. Those stories that Harry taught me showed that people are neither heroes or saints.

It got me through some really tough times in my life, to know that life really is a circle.

My favorite memory was of a concert he gave in Rockford Ill. I had won tickets to go and at the end he signed things, and one of my most cherished is a picture of my son he signed.

In my mind, Harry Chapin was a man of great wit, warmth and charity.

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