There are lots of reasons to love the dynamic duo of Jim Croce and Maury Muehleisen. I love that they were like best friends that made music together and sang songs that cried: “Nobody loves a fat girlBut oh how a fat girl can loveNobody seems to want meI'm just a truck upon the highway of love” I love Jim’s boisterous ying to Maury’s calm yang. I love their legions of fans who gather at Jim’s grave on meetings called “The Gathering”. I love that at such gathering in 1988 they conjured up the ghosts of Jim and Maury with a group hug. What other rock duo would come back from the dead for such a simple gesture. Sonny and Cher? I doubt it.
