Sometime back in the Paleozoic Era, I went to an Eagles concert. It was already a happy audience, but it exploded into a writhing mass of joy when Joe Walsh began “Life’s Been Good.”
I thought of that moment Saturday when I looked at the car ahead of me.
“My Maserati does 185…I lost my license, now I don’t drive.”
My favorite line used to be the one about it being hard to leave when you can’t find the door.
“I can’t complain, but sometimes I still do…”
If I ever get a Maserati, the plate will say “DOES185.”
As it should!