A good six years before I met the love of my life, I fell in love with Davy Jones. I was 10 years old and absolutely smitten. Of course, I had to share the cutest Monkee with every other teenybopper in America, but that was okay. I could watch him on TV, listen to Monkees records and tape glossy Tiger Beat magazine photos of Davy on my bedroom walls. Middle-aged me was lucky enough to see him perform at a Disney “Flower Power” concert at EPCOT several years ago. Still dreamy after all these years!
Today I was stunned to hear of his death. I’m equally stunned to realize that the grown-up pop star I adored as a girl was only 10 years older than me. Too young to leave us, Davy. Love and Peace.