I remember the first time I heard the Beatles, first album, just out, as we drove in a friend's lame car, forget what it was but it was a convertible, one of those that rolled over, Corvair, that's it, to her dad's place in Palm Springs. Full blast on the radio, her tapping the steering wheel with her ring (she'd heard it before, I was just first listening...., as were the friends in the back of the car. We spent the weekend talking about guys, life, reading screen magazines (what?), and going to, wait for it, Sambo's and to the movies.
