tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169910.post5688269307136877765..comments2023-12-27T04:11:52.386-08:00Comments on Doc 40: OUR WHACKY UNCLE BILL (Part 2)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169910.post-57303210403876986422011-02-02T08:08:45.874-08:002011-02-02T08:08:45.874-08:00I only remember where I was and what I was doing w...I only remember where I was and what I was doing when three people died: Elvis, Groucho and Old Uncle Bill. I was high in the mountains, surrounded by dope and guns, when Burroughs died. News of his death reached me by way of a trusty old Grundig. I have never really given a shit about Burrough's place in history or pop culture. I am just happy the man could write terrifically well and I got Mr. Beer N. Hockeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07184518909716677938noreply@blogger.com