Memories of John Basham

My late friend did a great version of this. Heard it first on a weekend at the coast during grad school days, John ended up in the adjacent campsite, in his Michigan pickup, seeing the country on his dad's inheritance and trying to finish the cases of Ouzo he carried along. And a guitar. So we all ended up playing music all night, and this was among my favorites of his songs. He ended up liking Oregon enough to move here. Was diabetic, passed away too early.