Blast from the past

Today's offering comes from the desk of Amy Tokash, who was spring cleaning and came across some photos that have been gathering dust there for more than 20 years. She shared them with the Captain and me.

It elicited this gem: "I was looking at those pictures Amer sent. Man. That one of you on the top of that car? I see what I saw in you."

I totally remember the chicken limo and the fun we had with that. It started with us - Amy, Lynda, Annmarie and I - taking turns driving around town in the Chicken Limo. 

Back then, you drove the car. In the current iteration, they apparently have a driver, which to be fair is probably less of a liability risk.

When we hired it, the car was already ancient with sagging seats that we had to put pillows in for some of us to see over the dash. We had the windows down, probably to overcome the stench of vomit that was surely deep in the seats and upholstery.  The car was unwieldy and the bushes between the our house and the neighbors may or may not have suffered a bit as one of us (yes, it was me) tried to get in or out of the driveway. At one point earlier in the day, were driving it around and tried to get people to let us pick them up from the airport. We later saw a guy who declined us walking downtown. I think he regretted not getting in. Or maybe, he considered himself lucky. Who can say now? 

The night culminated in a party at The Home for Wayward Girls with a party that included a the local band Squibnocket. I have no recall of why I'm sitting on Jeff in the bottom photo, but I think it's time for another party...