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    Posted March 1, 2012 by
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    Remembering Davy Jones

    Davy Ran Me Off the Road

    I lived in Connecticut when the Monkees came to be. I must admit that it was Peter, not Davy, that I had a crush on, but I gamely drew little comic books of all my friends meeting and marrying Davy (I was quite the artist). Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that one day I would move to central PA and so would Davy, only about 30 miles up the road from me.

    I met him when I applied to be a gratis writer for "Davy's Devotees," a fanzine. That's when I discovered that I actually lived near him, at least during the summer months when he wasn't touring. He bred and road horses. The sight of his cream-colored limo is familiar to everyone around here. The first time I saw it was parked outside the local hospital when he was visiting his sick housekeeper.

    One day, I was driving home, and saw a car right on my tail. Annoyed, I tried to speed up, but it wouldn't budge. Scared I'd get hit, I finally pulled over. It was Davy! How could I stay mad?

    I met Davy in 2000 at a local concert (see picture). He was delighted when I told him that my mother had once been a professional actress, and that her friend Vince Beck had been a guest star on "The Monkees" more than any other actor. I went to about four of Davy's concerts and his energy and sly wit were contagious at every single one. I'm an inch taller than him, so it was always fun to hug him. Yesterday was a terribly sad day for all of us in central PA. We recently lost Joe-Pa, and now have lost our other beloved celebrity resident. Davy, we'll miss you. Love, Sleepy Jean from McVeytown.
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