The night I met Jimi Hendrix

S.K. Waller: “There was a stir at the door and in walked Jimi. He was a small man—probably no taller than 5' 4" and slight of build. Actually, all three of them were small, but Jimi possessed an enormous presence. He looked around the room, said a word or two to a couple of people, then walked right over to where I stood. If I was surprised that Mitch had noticed Debi and wanted to meet her, I was absolutely gobsmacked that Jimi had wanted to meet me! He was quiet—almost shy—and he began talking to me in a soft voice. He asked me if I was a "Santa Barbara bunny" and I replied that I couldn't even swim, much less surf. He laughed, his entire face turning nearly angelic.” Continued here.