(re-run) I drove down the highway, Abandoned Luncheonette playing on the CD player (my car is 9 years old).  I was belting the words, watching out for weavers, the cars that go in and out of traffic, scaring the wits out of those of us going at a steady speed in a single lane. It… Continue reading Memories of Hall and Oates CD

I drove down the highway, Abandoned Luncheonette playing on the CD player (my car is 9 years old).  I was belting the words, watching out for weavers, the cars that go in and out of traffic, scaring the wits out of those of us going at a steady speed in a single lane. It occurred… Continue reading Memories of Hall and Oates CD