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James Barfield's avatar

Wow, thanks for that. I turned 18 in 1969 and to this day I have never played the lottery. My draft lottery number was 272 and I figured what are the odds of winning the lottery two times in one’s life? And, my prize, was probably my life. My Dad was a 30 year Navy man, a Senior Chief Medical Corpsman, infectious disease specialist, we got all our vaccines sitting on the couch at home. In 1966 we moved from Virginia to Napa Valley where my Mom’s people are from for her health. In order to do so, my Dad had to take a tour on an aircraft carrier and did two tours off the coast of Vietnam as, among other things , a flight deck medic pulling wounded pilots out of planes. He told me: “Don’t go into the military unless you have to, it’s a hard life.” It was his way out of rural poverty in Alabama. He was a very peaceful man and when he came home from Vietnam they were paid what was known as “Hazarous Duty Pay.” He would throw the check on the table and say: “Here’s the blood money.”

Sorry to be lengthy, but we were young semi-hippie kids, in The City every weekend at the Fillmore, Winterland, Avalon ballrooms and little clubs where I was so close to Van Morrison that he shook my hand. Great music days..

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Reda Rountree (she/her)'s avatar

I loved this song for a long time before I even understood what it meant. I love this explanation and history in the lyrics!

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