Back in the good old days… (Gather round, kids! Gramps is tellin’

stories ’bout the Eighties!) …when you could put a record on a turntable, my friends and I took great pleasure in playing the 45 of “Don’t You Want Me, Baby” at 33. The effect was to take the song about a man and a woman and their love gone wrong and make it about a man and a deeper-voiced man and everything gone wrong. We did this in our dorm rooms more than once. We lip-synched. We laughed and laughed.

I think my point is, I really liked beer.