August 30, 1968, 5:00 PM
This week doesn’t start out so lucky. But it sure ends that way.
I meet PK.
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Sometimes you meet someone when you’re twenty who has such an effect on you, you remember what they said and how they talked. If you’re lucky, you have a picture.
August 30, 1968, 5:00 PM
This week doesn’t start out so lucky. But it sure ends that way.
I meet PK.