All's Well that Ends Well.

I remember "driving" home the eighty miles from Milwaukee after the 1979 Ramones concert, and what an intense pleasure the night air! We were young and unafraid, at 100mph. Got pulled over on I-94, and my wealthy fiend at the wheel just did a little name-dropping to the State Trooper, who let us off with a warning. True, we slowed down the rest of the way, but it must be great to have a dad who's a state representative. The next morning, around 4:00, he roared his firebird down city streets at 75. Coming up the big hill on Gorham St, I was sure we would kill an errant college student. But we were blessed, and he didn't even drive off the Memorial Union pier, though a close call. No regrets, since all's well that ends well.