One Less Monkee Makes Me Sad

One of my earliest TV memories is watching The Monkees in reruns. I wanted to have friends push me in my bed into a city street. Thought that would be fun. So here I am 40 and extremely saddened by the death of Davy Jones. Why? I don’t know. (Catch this fab interview he did with AARP this past December) Perhaps it’s because my friends and I locked arms and walked like they did, crossing each others’ stride. Maybe it’s …