My little brother and I were shooting baskets in the driveway on Sunday afternoon when the rust colored sedan with screws down the side slowly drove by our house–two days after it had pulled into our driveway after dark on Friday night. My dad was in the garage doing something […]
Tag: the 1980s
Its Return (continuation of “Almost”)
It had been dark at least an hour when the doorbell rang. I should have been asleep, but it was a Friday night, and Y107 was playing requests. My Sony jambox was just low enough that my parents couldn’t hear it over “Dallas,” and I had a blank cassette poised […]