One time in 1984, I rode around on my bicycle with my cassette player listening to
The Luxury Gap. It was during our local Labor Day celebration (they make a big deal of Labor Day in the suburb where I was whelped). I wonder whether folks whom I passed that day knew it was the only time they would ever hear, say, "Let Me Go."
If you're wondering where this falls in my hierarchy of thoughts, it comes right below the frequency with which I think of a time I called a Fred Perry rep whose number I found on their web site to ask when more Fred Perry would be available in the US via their web site. Yes, it was that long ago.
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