Chestnut Hill was a pleasant place, with a wild forest in my backyward, but a bit out of the way. Fortunately, my friends were alays ready for another guitar party.
I wish I had more films from these get-togethers, to share the amazing good music moments we created.
Freddy was my Chilean-music specialist... no surprise, since he was from Chile; Julita, my first (good) friend in Boston