A belated tribute to a fallen star, from another smalltown boy who saw him three nights before he died. The only connection I have to Buddy Holly is that one night, more than thirty years ago, a girl turned to me in the darkness and said, “You have ‘true love ways,’ just like that song. You have that.” It wasn’t true, alas; and now she’s dead, alas. But like the man said: Love is love and not fade away.
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