Here’s Davy Jones in 1965. How I loved that guy. He passed away last year at the age of only 66, way too young.
My dad died when I was 29 [a looong time ago, about a month after the Berlin Wall fell], and at 68 years of age, I remember thinking that he had had a good, long life. Now, it seems like he was taken in the prime of his life. And the same is true of Davy Jones.
