Sometimes, my family lore is wasted on The Pony.
The other day a song came on T-Hoe's radio. Radar Love, by Golden Earring. I think it was a one-hit wonder. But it took me back. I had to share with The Pony.
"I always heard this song when I was a Magazine Captain. In high school, I was chosen to be one of four or five captains who counted up the junior class magazine sales money. Each morning, we got out of class to sit in the Student Lounge and tally profits. The Student Lounge was great. It was a building out on the parking lot with tables and chairs and a jukebox and soda machine. We could go there with our lunch trays, or to hang out and smoke. No teachers were on duty. It was our place."
The Pony barely looked up from his laptop. "Hmm...sounds like a hive or corruption and degenerates."
Exactly. Yet we survived. Our class produced doctors and lawyers and college athletes. And teachers. Go figure.