Fiends In Stocks

[stratocasterca]

the most popular girl in my high school class had only one clever saying, and it was the propensity to say "yes" while parked on the lover's leap overlooking the grain elevator and the rest of town. Whether or not she was the smartest has been lost to history. It was the era of fogged-up windows and my now-lost ability of being able to unhook bras with one hand with such stealth that they rarely knew it had occurred.

Of course, within a few years bras had become scarce as virgins, and the skill became obsolete for a decade or so.

Plus, cars had changed-- the backseat of a '62 Chevy was a far cry from the cramped, vinyl confines of the back of a camaro or nova.