i was a kid when the DC-3 full of mexi shwag landed. me and a buddy went in the plane while it was parked on the tarmac and pretended to fly it. his grandpa was the overseer of the airport so we had the run of the mill around there. i always heard stories that Gypsy (remember him?) went into it and got a nice David Clark headphone set out of it. i can recall, as a seventh grader, of people speaking almost reverently of Gypsy's guitar playing talent. those stories were always recanted at a cabin up in the sandhills where my bandmates lived along with stories of Fireball and what went on in the "chuck foley compound"! one of these days i'm gonna finish writing my book about marlboro counterculture and all the tall tales associated with the 1970's-1980's crowd of wild asses!