Hey, I thought this was posted already… April 1,1984 Boise, Idaho…out with Barney Kessel and traveling across town in a van. News on the radio said Marvin Gaye’s father had shot and killed him…my heart sunk and I couldn’t truly contain myself. Tears came and I said “What the fuck!”…and started heavy sighing to try to get myself together. Barney looked at me and said, quite casually, “Who’s Marvin Gaye”…I will never get that out of touch…never. On top of the painful and, then, unexplainable death, I was confronted with the shallow waters of history.