Forty-something years ago, I had every John Denver album and more or less knew the words and music to each of his songs. When I heard that John was going to perform near my college, I knew I couldn't miss that concert. That night of music with the folksy troubadour was everything I'd hoped it would be. After all, John and I loved many of the same things.
He loved the mountains, the wilderness and the natural environment and communicated it perfectly in his songs and the way he lived his life. Through his music, he was . . .
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