… but it’s not a legend, it’s real!
I’d like to dedicate these fall pics to my friend, Danny “Bopper” Rowton, with whom I played in a jazz-rock band back in 1976-1977. He died this year from complications related to diabetes. He remained the only real friend I had in that band, for which I left college and relocated to Garden Grove California, and he became also, ultimately, my sister’s nephew. He touched so many lives in the succeeding years, and he was quite the musician, both playing and teaching others. Play that funky music, Bopper. I’ll never forget you, but I wish I had stayed in closer touch.
 Hafer Park.
Chinese Pistache.
Bradford Pear.