Ric Ocasek’s death provokes memories. And a question: Why had I already let him go?
What the devil is somebody’s grandfather doing singing my song?
Who better to introduce a young man to rock ‘n roll than Debbie Harry?
A friend passed along some lyrics. And the era of Styx came to an abrupt end.
It wasn’t just jazz she heard from the little portable record player. It was a statement of faith.