"I am still employed in the land of TOO MUCH SUN where I have been detached from my homeland some 20+ years - and where not soon enough I hope to leave this baron land forever behind... say in about 3 years as I reach 55 and should be ready to say bye-bye to all that call this desert land home..."
Kerry brings a smile to my face as he reflects on priceless memories from the 70's:
"contrary to NORMA's re collection I too crashed
one of my VWs... I rolled my first of three bugs there in that
damned round circle at the entrance to a subdivision whose name and
whereabouts has long since vaporized from my head - albeit maybe the
very neighborhood where she herself grew up. It was late-ish night
one weekend when Scott Loftin (RIP) and myself had been somewhere
and were going somewhere else when I/we decided to make SEVERAL
EXTRA LAPS around that damned round-a-bout circle, which proved to
be more action than the bald tires on my old bug could endure, and
eventually that '63 bug rolled and tumbled in the middle of that
damned circle 2 1/2 times more or less - during which from under the
rear seat fell the loosely-mounted 12-volt auto battery whose sole
purpose was to power the 8-track tape deck that hung under the dash,
which coincidentally was likely blaring THE DOORS tale of L.A. Woman
at the time. After the bug FINALLY stopped rolling, wheels pointing
straight up of course, I called out to Scott several times before he
replied, fearing that he had be whopped upside the head by that
giant 8-track battery rolling about. After a quick individual
assessment, each to his own mind you, and on agreeing that indeed we
were both fully intact and unscathed, we crawled out of that bug,
sheepishly looking from house to house ever hopeful that we were
unobserved by the should-be sleeping occupants therein, flipped that
bug back on his feet, and sputtered away into the night..."
