I didn't know that either until last night.
This winter, I'm working four nights a week at a homeless shelter. Last night, I brought in my DVD of "La Bamba" for the guests to watch.
As the closing credits rolled, this one guy said, "Ritchie Valens--he was from Connecticut, you know."
My chin about hit the floor. "What are you talking about?"
"Sure," the guest continued. "And Buddy Holly was from New Hampshire."
"Not even close," I exclaimed. "Buddy Holly was from Texas, and Ritchie Valens was a Californian."
"I don't think so."
"Didn't you pay attention to the film? Alan Freed called him the California Kid!"
"Nah. Ritchie Valens was from Connecticut; I think Stamford. And Buddy Holly was definitely from New Hampshire."
I sighed. "And Louis Armstrong grew up in Detroit, two doors down from Bob Marley."
Why is it the more stupid and ignorant men are, the more they think they know?
This winter, I'm working four nights a week at a homeless shelter. Last night, I brought in my DVD of "La Bamba" for the guests to watch.
As the closing credits rolled, this one guy said, "Ritchie Valens--he was from Connecticut, you know."
My chin about hit the floor. "What are you talking about?"
"Sure," the guest continued. "And Buddy Holly was from New Hampshire."
"Not even close," I exclaimed. "Buddy Holly was from Texas, and Ritchie Valens was a Californian."
"I don't think so."
"Didn't you pay attention to the film? Alan Freed called him the California Kid!"
"Nah. Ritchie Valens was from Connecticut; I think Stamford. And Buddy Holly was definitely from New Hampshire."
I sighed. "And Louis Armstrong grew up in Detroit, two doors down from Bob Marley."
Why is it the more stupid and ignorant men are, the more they think they know?
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