The Feed Store

 

I get cold. Especially in the winter. Especially in Chicago...which is where I live. And when I'm really bone-chillingly cold I try to fool myself into being warm. I remember sitting on the hood of a gold Dodge Duster on the east side of the Fairfield square (across from JC Penney's). It's a warm summer night. It's 1978. The stores are all closed because it's after nine o'clock. And I'm just sitting there with my buddy Alan trying to decide what to do next on a friday night. That keeps me warm.