I lived in Albuquerque from roughly three years; at that time, Glen Campbell was an unknown musician who had a little country band, and played every Saturday night in a club called "The Hitching Post". My buddy and I would go down to the Hitching Post, drink beer, dance with the ugly wallflowers down there, and listen to Glen and his band. I remember he had a midget who played the steel; he stood up on a stool to reach the strings. Glen's wife, Diane, also worked in the same grocery store as I did; Furr's Super market. She had the cutest little girl, name Debbie, about 3 years old, that she and Glen would sometimes bring to the store.
I also met Fess Parker; it was, if I remember correctly, 1955. My buddy and I had won an amateur contest and as a reward, were invited to appear on one of the local TV programs, who just happened to have Fess Parker as their special guest that day. We did our performance, and she asked him to sing and play the Davy Crockett song, which he did, after borrowing my buddy's guitar. One thing I noticed about him was a scar that started below his ear and ran down his jaw line. I read later that he had gotten into an auto accident, and the other guy tried to cut his throat.
I also worked a couple years with Shannon (Wells) Lucid, one of the first female astronauts from Oklahoma.
