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An America Story
From 1972
I flew out to California to go to an America concert. But on the way, I got lost.
I saw a guy chewing on a piece of grass, walking down the road. So I stopped.
“Hey, Joe, how do I get to the America concert from here?” I asked.
“How did you know my name was Joe?”
“You are wearing a Jimi Hendrix t-shirt, so I thought it would be a clever thing to say,” I replied.
“Oh. That’s cool. Getting there is easy. Take the Ventura Highway in the sunshine.”
Then he said, “Some people say this town don’t look good in snow. You don’t care, I know.”
“Okay… Thanks,” I said.
I was ready to pull out when he added, “I’d like to go to that concert too. Can you give me a lift?”
“You’re gonna go, I know. Hop in.”
I drove my rented convertible onto the Ventura Highway and started driving with the free wind blowing’ through my hair.
I had a funny feeling that the days surround your daylight there. Although I didn’t really know what that meant.
Then something started hitting me on the head. I looked up and saw alligator lizards in the air. They were falling everywhere. So I had to stop and put the top up.
