Losing Charlie Doucet

When we drove across the border from North Carolina into Georgia, Charlie Doucet grinned massively, walked back into the battered old motorhome, plucked down his guitar, settled into the passenger seat, and began singing: Georgia, Georgia –      The whole day through,      Just an old sweet song      Keeps Georgia on my mind … In a friendship lasting close to 40 years, Charlie and I did a lot together – so why does that moment so often come back to me?

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