During last week's road trip with Movie Man, he popped in a CD that after about every song I announced: 'I had that on a 45!"
He laughed. Because about the only thing Movie Man knew with that number in it was Colt 45.
I digress.
So on this Friday, after a work week was complete--yes, I'm blessed to have a job--yet even in these hard times, I STILL believe in miracles for better--I recalled the Fridays my chums would converge at my house.
On 7th Street. We were in high school.
Vinyl albums and 45's stacked high to wait their turn.
One song really ticked off my step-mother.
Pretty sure she felt we were all devil's spawn when I played it.
Didn't stop it from being on the turntable tho!
I smile now, when one particular word is uttered--
Cue Hall and Oates; "Rich Girl" and toast those teenage years when all was worried about was who completed their geometry homework so you could copy it!
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Friday, March 6, 2009
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