Song: Here's Where the Story Ends
Artist: The Sundays
Moment: High school summer driver's ed. My friend Colleen and I were taking this class together (we would get out of the road test come license time junior year with this course!) and we lucked out and were both assigned to the same car, along with a boy named Vic and another boy I cannot recall for the life of me. Our instructor was Mr. Wally Gartee (aka phys ed teacher during the school year, and one of my dad's old friends), who was really cool and laid back. When it was our turn to take the wheel, we were allowed to pop in our music of choice. My prized tape was Reading, Writng & Arithmetic. On this particular lesson, we were learning highway driving with a little road trip to Michigan City, where our class would reconvene at a roadside log cabin pancake house for lunch after reaching the beach. It was a slightly warm, muggy, and hazy summer day. Even now when I pop this CD on, I still can smell the beach and even remember the little outfits Colleen and I characteristically wore to school then (I was partial to thriftstore crocheted cardigans, and she loved baggy jeans and wide vintage floral print headbands).
Artist: The Sundays
Moment: High school summer driver's ed. My friend Colleen and I were taking this class together (we would get out of the road test come license time junior year with this course!) and we lucked out and were both assigned to the same car, along with a boy named Vic and another boy I cannot recall for the life of me. Our instructor was Mr. Wally Gartee (aka phys ed teacher during the school year, and one of my dad's old friends), who was really cool and laid back. When it was our turn to take the wheel, we were allowed to pop in our music of choice. My prized tape was Reading, Writng & Arithmetic. On this particular lesson, we were learning highway driving with a little road trip to Michigan City, where our class would reconvene at a roadside log cabin pancake house for lunch after reaching the beach. It was a slightly warm, muggy, and hazy summer day. Even now when I pop this CD on, I still can smell the beach and even remember the little outfits Colleen and I characteristically wore to school then (I was partial to thriftstore crocheted cardigans, and she loved baggy jeans and wide vintage floral print headbands).


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