I remember that day, khandu. I was is Salt Lake City. I drove up to Rosalie Sorrels' house to see if she'd heard the news. She had and was too upset to talk.
I went down to Grogans Saloon, which was closed, but Grogan let me in. A few of the regulars were there, drinking quietly.
After a while Rosalie and her husband, Jim and Utah Phillips showed up and we sat and drank beer. As I recall, no one had much to say.
It was a gray time in my life.

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