Some world views are spacious, and some are merely spaced.
—Neil Peart, writer and rock musician
Damn, I was wet behind the ears.1
That summer of 1981, the produce manager and the main produce clerk would tell me just how much every single early morning I came to work. My only saving grace was the sweet rock that blared from the banged-up radio with a makeshift hanger antenna; the first song I heard the very first morning of work was Billy Squier’s “In the Dark.”
Of course I felt this way; I was young and inexperienced and prior to this I had a paper route. In fact, I wasn’t quite ...