Saturday Nights got crowded around the local landmark. Still do.Ok, it wasn't a 60 Chevy but a 68 Ford. Big & Fast. Bottle of Seagrams hidden in a hollow tree back in the woods a bit. Fogged up windows, footprints on the ceiling. And occassionally local policemanus interuptus just when things were gettin' good. Sigh.
Nosirree nuthin' misspent about my youth. . .
Nosirree nuthin' misspent about my youth. . .
Bob Seger
Night Moves
2 comments:
Ah, memories.
Working on mysteries without any clues.
:)
Smiling like an idiot to yourself when a sudden wave of nostalgia comes over you :)
She's was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes. . .
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