Out with a Bang!

Sir Truth never abandoned you so much as he did himself.

At the dawn of the new decade it seemed the street prowling, ruffian of all faces had vanished. I remember signing a guest list as the ball plummeted in the direction of Earth. The ragtag lost & found generation had finally found some footing in the speakeasy of America's heartland, Durham.

A dream deferred is still a dream. I was still a dancer worthy of mustering the meanest mugs from onlooking hubbies. The ground still shakes under the beat of the never tiring Hammer. We had even been blessed with the gift of our Japanese friend from the other end of the Sidewalk.

I have spent an eternal wait hoping to find my own copy of this disco classic, but only Youtube will grant my fix for babyback bass and a voice like a baby Don Cornelius (just guessin').