I would LOVE to go. I drove a limo with them in it in 78. They took me and a girlfriend to dinner at the Hilton in Fresno and we later picked them up in Fresno and took them to Bakersfield and back. At that time, Dusty told me he was dying of luekemia and the only thing he wanted to do before he died was have sex with me. I declined and we played gin rummy all night. My friend did Frank, the drummer. Billy behaved himself and went to his room. I am SOOOOOOOOOO glad the leukemia treatments worked.
