I forgot a holiday

It occurred to me that in Friday's post I neglected to mention the holiday that got me thinking about all the February holidays and "holidays."
Friday itself was the 53rd anniversary of The Day The Music Died.
In retrospect, I think Ritchie Valens might have had a reasonable career. He might even have brought Tejano or Tex-Mex music to the fore much earlier than its sporadic success with Freddy Fender and Selena.
The Big Bopper very well might have been a one-hit wonder even if he hadn't died in that Feb. 3, 1959, plane crash in Iowa.
But Buddy Holley's influence lives on. He was a prodigious and prolific songwriter, with a number of them that became his own hits or covered by the biggest names of the '60s and '70s. We're talking Beatles and Stones here, among others. Buddy's music was way ahead of its time.
If you're ever in Lubbock, the Buddy Holley Museum is the place to go. It's an even better tourist attraction than the Buddy Holley statue or the United supermarket salad bar where Bobby Knight verbally abused the Texas Tech chancellor. Or the prairie dog museum, for that matter.
Anyway, props to Buddy Holley and condolences to Maria Elena.