When this song comes on the radio:
And a cherubic voice from the back seat says, “Why does he want to drive 55?”
Now, if we still lived in St. Louis, I might be able to parry this off by referring to Interstate 55, but not here in southwest Missouri.
Instead, I have to tell him about the 1970s, the Arab Oil Embargo, and arbitrary limits enacted by the Federal government through chicanery and the threat of withholding money from the states and their dependence upon that system of wealth redistribution for basic government services.
The past was a strange place. No stranger than the present, actually, but exotic because it was a different strange.