tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138877215824348459.post1143969547161413190..comments2008-02-28T21:49:28.407-05:00Patrick Mallettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15252082623152322807noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138877215824348459.post-73025372814272076572008-02-28T21:49:00.000-05:002008-02-28T21:49:00.000-05:00Wall-tuur!!<BR/><BR/>Hey … you guys over at Graham oughta start publishing a schedule of visiting disturbed, I mean, "distinguished" alumni. Heck, I’d have blocked out some time, and traveled the long 3 miles over to campus if I’d known Walter was in town. And I wouldn’t do that for just anyone. Etched in my memory are the sight and sounds of Walter and company picking “Devil’s Dream”, late one evening, in the woods, on the banks of the Tar River, at Stan’s old shack, with the cicadas droning in the background, and the old owl calling in an occasional request. <BR/><BR/>Good times.Patrick Mallettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15252082623152322807noreply@blogger.com