new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
So that was YOU in the back seat with me? We were kids, then. I remember the soft roar of the motor, and all that wind with the top down....
Actually, I was in the back seat spooning with Jill; YOU were in the front seat improvising the song with Melody, your latter-day thrill. :)