Rufus Thomas met me wearing bathrobe

I had gone to his house in Tennessee a hundred years ago to interview his daughter, Carla, about charity work she was doing.

The creator of “Do The Funky Chicken” answered the door. He was friendly enough, but I don’t think he had been up all that long.

I know I have told that not-so amazing story before. I enjoy typing the words “Funky Chicken.” But I was reminded of it the other night while watching some pledge-flogger show on KSPS about 1960s music.

At the time, my visit to the elegant Thomas home did not seem like a particularly big deal. But obviously, I still remember it.

Do you have memories like that? You know, from a day long ago that did not seem remarkably special at the time but from which certain images linger and linger.

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