081613 #worm When we started, I'm trying to think, there were, as far as I remember, ten of us. Most of the time it was me, Milt, and Margie in the cab (Milt driving of course), and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 piled in various configurations in the bed. Orange paint from the seventies blinded the sun as we caterwauled down the first of many highways. Every highway has a soul, and every highway sign is an eyeball. We sang songs. We drank root beer floats half brandy. In those days, it didn't seem so terrible to drive drunk, because almost nobody used the roads. Yeah, you might kill some corn if you careened off into the ditch.