Mama Bin Cranky

It is a bit strange to have your 21-year-old son text you to tell you that Davy Jones is dead.  I was 10 when the TV show came out and my older sister and I were glued to the black and white TV every Monday night at 6:30.  No, Davy wasn’t my favorite.  Mickey Dolenz was my favorite. Peter Tork was my sister’s favorite.

Fast forward 20 plus years and reruns on TV Land or something else were taped and played for my three sons.  They enjoyed it.  We would listen to the Monkee’s  cassette on the car radio.

Flash forward another many years.  Our oldest son is a plebe at West Point, ushering at Eisenhower Hall theater when Mickey Dolenz comes to play in Charlemagne.  After the production, my son goes backstage and tell Mickey that he is his mother’s favorite.  My son had him sign the playbill/program.  I am pretty certain he may have been the only plebe there that knew who Mickey Dolenz was.

A little flash forward again to about a year ago.  Helping our oldest son get settled into life at Ft. Campbell, KY and getting him a place to live off post in Clarksville, TN.  Driving the sites to see, including the train depot featured in “The Last Train to Clarksville”.

The Original Boy Band that occupies a place in my heart.

RIP Davy Jones.