? and The Mysterians. Frank sat listening to classic rock on his IPod rumbling down the road in the school system’s beat down yellow bus.
He felt old remembering things like The Days Of Rage in Paris and the revolt at the Democratic Convention all in 68.
Now, what did kids today have? Music that sounds like shit, fucked role models and no respect for values.
Shifting gears and maneuvering around an Oldsmobile from the 50s, with a hunched over figure at the steering wheel, Frank stopped in the middle his thought.
Isn’t it what his, and other parents, used to say about his music and feelings?
Taking a right, Frank smiled at himself, and laughed out loud.
With that he reached down and turned up The Iron Butterfly.
The empty bus continued to rumble down the road.