If you wanna hear a couple of fab covers head on over to Blog Meridian. He's posted Paul Anka doing "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and Dolly doing "Stairway to Heaven". No, really. It works.
Currently, John is sitting in his recliner, shaking his head and muttering, "Fab?".
During my last visit back home, Angie took Wendy and me cruising in her new red convertible. We drove the back roads of Vale and Cat Square and Hog Hill. Not that there are any freeways in these places, mind you. We moo-ed at cows and bah-ed at sheep and marveled over all of the prettily renovated houses and barns and churches. We rode past Union, the elementary school we all attended, which used to be grades first through twelfth and is where my Daddy graduated in 1957. We waved at the nuns at the Maryvale Convent who were out walking their dogs and we agreed that having nuns as neighbors way out in the middle of no where, surrounded by all those Southern Baptists and Methodists, is just about the most kick ass thing ever. We cranked the radio up on the classic rock station and used folks driveways for turning around and one of us said, "We're probably gonna get shot at.". To which Wendy replied, "Who'd wanna shoot at us? Who'd feel threatened by three middle aged chicks riding around in a convertible, listening to 'Incense and Peppermint'?".