DON’T ASK ME HOW BUT, SOMEHOW ALL MY FRIENDS AND I MANAGED TO SURVIVE OUR YOUNGER DAYS.   IT’S PROBABLY A MIRACLE.  WE MUST HAVE KEPT THE ANGELS SO BUSY THAT THEIR WINGS DROOPED.  PLAYING ON THE TRACKS, BIKE HIKES INTO OBLIVION, OLD JEEPS FROM HELL, AND MANIACS ALL GOT AFTER US.  BUT, SOMEHOW WE DODGED THEM ALL.   MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING IN THE BOSCO.  ENJOY THIS SEARING GLIMPSE INTO THE DAYS OF MY YOUTH.