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Oh, humor! Ar ArIn cycling class yesterday, I played a Billy Squire song. I asked, "Who was the opening band for Billy Squire's 1983 tour?" Nobody knew, or at least admitted to knowing. So, I did the old 'one arm behind the back drummer' trick. Now the blank stares were turning to worried glares. "Def Leppard, get it?" They didn't. In my mind, I was catapulted back to Japan. |