So. It was 70 degrees today...the warmest day by a mile so far this year. The sun was shinin and the birds were singin.
There was an old fat woman, barrelin down Rt. 29, window wide open, blonde hair flyin around her head like a Medusa, singin along with Dylan at the top of her lungs. She's 54. But for that moment, she was 17 again.
Did you hear me?