Street Kids...

Back in the 50's,when I was just a toddlin' lad,I pretty much had my whole life planned out according to all the up-to date standards of modern life..

When I grew up,I was gonna have to fight the Nazi's,and the Japanese,like my Dad and Uncle Maurice.
Apparently,..it's what we do.
I'd drive a 'Hot Rod',get the girl,and wear a brown suit,with shiny brown wing tips to work.
I would make sure that there was a transistor radio,and plenty of 9 volt batteries in the bomb shelter,so that when the Russians attacked I could safely tuck my wife, 2.5 kids,'Rinny' our German shepherd,and myself into the cozy confines of our little time capsule,and listen to 'doo-wop' all the live-long day.

Well it turns out the best laid plans of mice,and 7 year old boys,oft-times go astray.
It's the nature of things.

Still,from time to time,I reach into my giant stainless steel bomb shelter,pull out my high-fidelity record player,and spin me some 50's hot wax.

..don't ask me why.



'I wonder why'