051706 #squirrel We walked in mud troughs, played drums Loud, until a friendly sheriff came along, out of the blue nowhere and said, boys, you're making too much noise; these are farmers out here, ordinary people who have to get up early, so can you please just knock it off, and we were glad to. Relieved to have been chastised into silence, we got back in our car, emblematic of the luxury of extended youth that is (or was) America, and drove on back to somewhere resembling home, My dead drunk friend and I.