These are for my old friend, Darla, who passed away last night after a long battle with leukemia. There's not many of us left from the old crew...
7/17/89 AVMT, East Troy, WI
The summer of 1990 was a difficult time for all of us, but I'll never forget our trip to Deer Creek that year. It was middle America, middle of the night, corn to my left and soy beans to the right. However silly it all was; it felt, for a moment, that everything was going to be alright. Now it's 21 years later and everything is alright. Thanks for sharing the road with me...RIP, my dear friend, you will be missed.
7/18/90 Deer Creek, Noblesville, IN
...you know she's the only one; Who left me here with her regards for everyone.
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
