pops tells a tale from just past toddler daze ('have i ever told you...' yeah, like a zillion times, thanks for the brain damage..), when, on a very regular sunday trip to Manhattan for more weird food and such, he was walking along with the family somewhere on a street swimming in neon, and clark's 'downtown' was blasting from some store. the whole scene? permanently indelible. a moment in time lasting forever.
he also sez 'good thing they didn't have those weird kid leashes back then, cuz i'd be calling the aspca a lot.' lol.
my view of that scene.
i got stories, many not appropriate for children, or mixed company.
and, in the rearview, if they never happened, i would have missed nothing.
john denver rules.