For the past twenty seven years I have been wearing some form of glasses that resemble those worn by Buddy Holly. He is one of my greatest loves in music. My wife and I were in Mason City, IA staying at the Frank Lloyd Wright Park Inn Hotel and I discovered through browsing a tourist brochure that the crash site where Buddy (along with Big Bopper, Ritchie Valens and the pilot) perished was only ten miles away. I met a few people when I first arrived at the marker but spent the half mile walk to the site alone. It was an incredibly profound and beautiful moment to be there and pay my respects. The crash site was along a fence row. If the plane had crashed in the middle of a field who knows if the site would have been preserved? As opposed to a cemetery plot, a crash site, even several decades later is incredibly powerful. Rest in peace.