One of the most Perleximg Moments of My Life

Happened almost a dozen years ago, cruising downtown on a midsummers' night in my 1978 Dodge Arrow, with BD riding shotgun. I was dressed in my leather biker jacket; he was dressed like a punk, hanging out the window, barking at pedestrians like a rabid dog, all the while playing Enya full-blast on the car stereo.

I often wonder what the hell people thought of us. Of course, our intent was to trike fear into the hearts of those who had the misfortune of being in our vicinity, but if I had seen that yesterday, I would have thought: "What a bunch of geeks."

When I think of that evening, I can't help but smile.