Clarence Clemons: Personal Memory

Hollywood tweeted and twirled its memories about Clarence Clemons over the weekend, after the Big Man’s death on Saturday. I met Clemons once: in Iowa City, Iowa after a Springsteen/E Street Band concert at Hancher Auditorium. We were at a truck stop which, in the wee hours, was almost the only non-fast-food joint in town to grab a bite. While my then-girlfriend flirted with Bruce, I chatted with Clarence. He even autographed a napkin for me, which I lost while moving house at some point. I can’t believe he was 69. That night, he seemed ageless and immortal.

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