It was a Tuesday afternoon that took a surprising turn. Instead of going home to do homework, I jumped into my friend’s car and drove down the freeway to Kearny Mesa. Music was playing in the background, but it was drowned ...
“Two of us riding nowhere/ Spending someone’s/ Hard-earned pay/ You and I have memories/ Longer than the road that stretches out ahead.”
The playful timbre of Paul McCartney’s voice singing to The Beatles’ folk rock...
