The year was 1986. I was hunting in Argentina with my grandfather, George "Sonny" Swift, and we had a 2 night layover in Buenos Aires before taking a plane to Esquel, (damn near close to Antarctica) to shoot geese. I had just rescued Grand-dad's farm manager, Terrell Dixon, from some cocaine-whores and their Indian pimp from a local disco club, (that's a story for another time). Seeing that I was in store for some extended travel time across the rather longitudinal country, I ventured to a street vendor selling cassette tapes. Unfortunately, the only thing I could find in English was Simon & Garfunkel's Greatest Hits collection.
Over the next couple of weeks of hunting I found myself reflecting on life while listening to these somber tunes, repeatedly listening to "Sound of Silence" while driving across the barren wastelands of the Argentine countryside. Fast forward to a few moments ago when I read an article on AJC online that brought back memories of listening to another song from the cassette, "Mrs. Robinson".
My favorite verse of the song, "Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio..." urges all of us to reflect on the good old days, and sometimes forces us to wonder what has happened to our childhood heroes, (or villains for that matter). One such villain of my teen-age past has resurfaced, and I want all of you to pay close attention to who now coaches the WNBA team from Detroit:
http://www.ajc.com/sports/content/sports/stories/2007/12/13/wnba_1214.html
These are dire times, indeed, dear readers.
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