Lanny’s ‘Blast’ from the Past
I know we have all heard this phrase, usually referring to one of the good old songs from our era. Recently that expression took on a different meaning to me, it became a reminder of something that happened almost 50 years ago. I was 16 years old and trying to be a bad-ass kool guy. I had the hair slicked down with Palmaid, a cigarette between my lips and, of course, a real black leather jacket. My car was a 1947 Ford coupe with a built flathead and twin carburetors….
