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I head out to Newport, Rhode Island. A beautiful island where there are marinas, estates, museums, forts, art galleries, nightclubs, and on the docs fish restaurants. Loads of tourists make for a festive atmosphere, even if it was drizzling when we got there. I never heard of anyone famous from Newport, when we pass a pub with a sign advertising that the Cowsills rock band are playing there that night. The Cowsills played one of the first songs I ever liked. "The Rain, The Park, and Other Things" and introduced me to Rock and Roll of the 60's. I was in sixth grade when I heard it being played for the first time on a school bus ride on the way to a park for a Lag Ba'omer picnic, a Jewish historical day commemorated by outings and picnics. It turns out the Cowsills grew up in Newport, and they came back to play in their home town a mix of rock songs from the 1960's and 1970's. We went to hear them. Someone mentioned to me that you know when you are getting older when you start to remember the old songs. . . .
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