Sep 2020 01

You think you’ve seen it all.

Then you’re out walking the dog at night at the bottom of Roncesvalles. And a gaggle of teenage boys all riding bicycles pull up behind you at the light to cross the street.

No helmets. No lights.

But armed with a boom box.

And they’re blaring … ‘Band on the Run’ by Paul McCartney & Wings?

‘If I ever get outta here… If we ever get outta here…’

And finally you turn around (you have to) and say “It’s not often you hear someone your age blaring Paul McCartney.”

And they look at you and say “For sure, man!”

And the light changes and the troop tear off on their self-propelled two-wheelers and up Roncesvalles as Paul breaks into the part where the tone changes and he soaringly croons ‘Well the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun…’

And you look at your dog and you say ‘What a strange trip this is, man.’

But you somehow feel better about the world.