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Funny the way a memory returns. You walk through a store and they're playing music in the background, music cleverly programmed to induce you to buy more than you actually need.

Every once in a while they put on a piece with a little life to it, just to wake you up. I'm in a drug store this time and a silly tune from the sixties, Red Rubber Ball, comes on.

Immediately I'm transported back four decades to a two-lane country road in Wisconsin. It's midnight, midsummer, midway through the sixties....

"Dad, can I borrow the car? I've got a date tonight."

"Sure, here." The keys come sailing across the room. "Nice catch."

Dad's jerking my chain again; he threw me the keys to the Ford station wagon. That wasn't going to do.

"Ah, Dad. I was kinda hoping for a chance to drive your car."

"Who are you going out with?"

"Amy Vanderleigh...you know, from school."

"Oh yeah, I remember her; big tits, right?" Big fatherly wink. ...

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