Post by Lou on Jun 5, 2022 18:22:35 GMT -6
One Sunday afternoon in the early 90s I was in Boston with my future wife. I used to sit in at open mic nights at a blues place called Harper’s Ferry in Allston so we decided to go in for a drink. There was about three people in the place. Little did I know that on the bill that night was no other than Bo Diddly. And to top it off there he was, sitting at the end of the bar watching the football game. My wife headed for the bathroom and I went over, sat two stools down from him and asked him if I could buy him a drink. Well he ordered a bourbon and I ordered a beers for me and my wife. He didn’t say a word to me other than thank you and kept watching the game.
Five minutes later my wife comes back and sits between me and him, not knowing who he was. I leaned over and told her and she turned to say hello to him. Well wouldn’t you know he was nice as pie to her. Hug, kiss on the cheek, and an autograph. I guess I don’t blame him! lol
Five minutes later my wife comes back and sits between me and him, not knowing who he was. I leaned over and told her and she turned to say hello to him. Well wouldn’t you know he was nice as pie to her. Hug, kiss on the cheek, and an autograph. I guess I don’t blame him! lol
