One of those long North Canada summer evenings. Goes on forever and you find things to do.
Like driving your Chevy II around and watching people.
Listening to the radio and watching people, 1971 and the
long version of American Pie. They would
do that on the radio back then.
We lived at Royal Road that year, sounds like something but
it wasn’t. The car was. Where is it now?
The hot soft air on your face through the window, the
feeling that it would never end, this youth, this life, this music, like a drug
slipping into your veins.
Drove your Chevy.
But the music ended.
The music died.
I miss Don and Buddy.
