Blog: Buzz Bands

Got a wad of Bazooka in my mouth so big my jaw hurts. Left hand smells like leather, from wearing my ball glove all day, and my right smells like sugar, from the bubble gum. I'm cruising Corrington Avenue — ’cause that's where this pretty girl with the feathered brown hair Nancy lives — on my purple metallic Sting-Ray. Banana seat, sissy bar and everything. Cost me a lot of my paper route profits. Got my almost-new Arrow Solid State radio slung over the handlebars by its wrist strap, blaring WIRL 1290. Dang, it's hot. And if the [...]