Thanks for the Memories, Davy Jones

Every once in a while a breaking news item is so surprising I do a double take just to make sure I read it correctly. That's how I felt yesterday when I saw that Davy Jones had died of a massive heart attack at just 66 years of age. Unbelievable. Sad.

I was eight years old when the Monkees first arrived in my living room. (Like a lot of little girls, I had a bit of a crush on Davy.) I never outgrew my affection for those great Monkees tunes - and had a fantastic time when, years later, I saw the band live in concert for one of their reunion tours. They did not disappoint.

Every so often, we're reminded in a jarring way that tomorrow is promised to no one. Yesterday was one of those days for me.

Thanks for the memories, Davy.