I loved your mom's piece, too.

I shed a few tears this morning. First time I can remember crying over a "celebrity."

As I posted on FB: his voice guided my life. Some of the first songs I can remember hearing as a very small child, and songs that still inspire me when they come up on my iPod.

He played my college in I think 1977 on the eve of one of the big antinuke marches in Washington, and exhorted us all to go. Two hours later I was buying a ticket and getting on a bus. My first protest ever.