When I was little, my dad had a news stand in the New Brunswick train station, a well traveled stop en route to New York. One day when I was there, Davy Jones passed through. I didn't recognize the guy in the jeans and grey hoodie... so alas, no autograph, but I have the memory, and that's quite cool. Life is strange. And wonderful.
You'll live on in my daydreams, Davy. Safe journey <3