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By admin, 05.13.11

I didn’t know it at the time, but Dennis Godburn entered my life one day a little more than three decades ago when I got the mail at our house in Brookline MA. Inside a plain white envelope was a mysterious dot-matrix computer print-out on striped paper with perforated edges, and the meticulously-crafted graphic message said “You are hereby designated to represent your sector at the first annual PAN-AMERICAN CONGRESS OF SHAWMS” followed by instructions to go to the crypt of the St John the Divine cathedral at a certain time and a dark caveat: “Rauschpfeifes will NOT be admitted.” Continue reading 'RIP, Denny'»