A relic from Your Food's Last Ride. Long made short, the van's transmission died in the mountains of West Virginia--after the clutch died in the mountains of western Maryland. We were waiting for our tow back to Louisville make the drive up from Louisville. It was the middle of January and fucking cold. We had a couple dollars left, so we warmed up and killed a couple hours drinking bottomless coffee at a Shoney's or some such place. There were kiddy placemats and I bummed a pen from the waitress. I was shocked in recent years to see John had saved the damn thing. And when he couldn't locate it recently, to discover that Kate had made and kept crappy period xeroxes. Color the Unhappy Days Gang blue--black & blue. L-R: John/Doug/Wolf/Charles. Ehhh, sit on it!