David Bowie

 A memory of David Bowie on the occasion of his birthday, Jan. 8, 1947.

One of the fun things about Rockmount is the unexpected.

The weekend of Papa Jack's 103rd birthday, my father Jack B. dropped by Rockmount on a Saturday (before the LoDo store had opened). A guy on a bike was peering in the window as Dad drove up. He said, "bloody hell, this store is never open when I am in town." Dad replied, "you won't be able to say that next time --- c'mon in."

That night Dad casually mentions that an English rock star was in and bought some shirts. He wasn't quite sure who the guy was and said David "Baughie?" I said, "yeah, right" (doubting he had heard of David Bowie. Dad always tried to get a rise out of me).

I said, "did you get a photo, details, anything?" No, so I let it go.

On Monday, I told the office, laughing, that Dad said he met David Bowie. Not an hour later, the phone rings. It is David Bowie's assistant. The caller said David wanted a duplicate order shipped over night to Madison Square Garden to wear on stage.