Yesterday I was thinking about my high school friend Crazy Mike (so dubbed for his occasional institutionalizations for schizophrenia). We spent a couple of years cruising Appalachian country roads in his '64 Mercury (a serious land barge of a 4-door sedan, with a back window that went down like station wagon; putting it down & kneeling on the back seat made shooting mailboxes & road signs while driving by much easier than leaning out the passenger window. Allegedly.) One day he bought a used (read "probably hot") 8-track for it, which came with 3 tapes; we about wore them all out.
Feeling nostalgic, I've been through
Sly & The Family Stone's Greatest Hits and
Fever Tree's eponymous debut, and about to do
Tarkus.
Peter (Who is not, however, nostalgic enough to indulge in drive-by vandalism - besides, there's no way She'd do the driving for that.......)
