So, I had a large pizza to deliver to a bar near the freeway. Being 17, I didn't frequent bars, especially this part of town, which fully embraced that whole time warp line of thinking, and listened to

Down memory lane. The following story is true. You can't make this stuff up. The year was 1973 (I am 63).It was summer, hot, and I had a job delivering pizza, using my own car, a 1965 Ford Mustang. It