I just read that Rick James is dead. I’m sure we’ll listen to the CD “Street Songs” tonight (yeah, we have all the classics).
When I was in high school, my eleventh grade math teacher’s husband, apparently, looked like Rick James. I don’t really know for sure, but that’s what someone had scrawled on the loudspeaker in the front of the room. I don’t remember the name of the teacher, but she must have agreed because that graffitti stayed up the whole second semester.