14
Mar
09

John Denver

My folks are here visiting this weekend. We had just finished dinner and were relaxing, and Dad was flipping through the channels. He paused on a John Denver special on MPT, but opted for the Roy Orbison special on the other MPT channel instead.  The pause was long enough to evoke a John Denver memory that my Dad has never told me. 

In the late ’70s, my Dad worked for Coca-Cola in Terre Haute, Indiana. One night, he was called to a hotel to fix an ice machine.  John Denver was in town for a concert and had rented the entire top floor.  Dad stepped onto the elevator and noticed a security guard. He arrived at the top floor and upon stepping out of the elevator, was greeted by yet another security guard inquiring as to the nature of his business. He told him, and quickly went to work. Dad was laying on the floor, underneath the ice machine, when John Denver walked by him, practically stepping over him.  A brush with greatness.

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