Late ‘80- early ‘81. I had just turned four. I remember hearing this on the radio in the ‘71 metallic navy blue Pontiac Catalina 4-door hardtop that I spent the first 4.5 years of my life strapped into, the backseat of, in a navy blue vinyl car seat. It was… truly FORMATIVE. Suck it up, Buttercup. 💪🏻

Not only would I be fine, but I’d convert to Catholicism and remember the words of Our Lord every day:

Ego veni ut vitam habeant, et abundantius habeant.

“I am come that they may have life, and may have it more abundantly.”

In every sense.

I remember vividly how every time lightning flashed, the radio would crinkle-crackle blast static, especially during Royals games on the radio, but also music. It was intimidating and simultaneously wondrous.

Man. That was so good. Even in 40+years retrospect. It was SO good.

Stop bitching about your childhood and start talking about how it made you RATIONAL, and STRONG and especially how it made you CATHOLIC.

Even that gas-guzzler land-yacht Pontiac. But so beautiful in its way.