New Year's eve 1972 or early 1973, I was at a club in Aliquippa, PA with a guy I knew from my college days. We stumbled out onto Franklin AVE. I was carrying a copy of "Talking Book" by Stevie Wonder that I had just acquired through some sort of give away. This was long before all news all the time. It was probably the first time we stopped for more than 5 minutes the whole night. The buzz on the street was amazing, "Did ya hear?" "Clemente died in a plane crash." To this day, when he and I talk about New Year's, we talk about that night.