I saw “That Thing You Do” tonight. Good flick. Really brought me back to my wild days; young, restless, hopeful. We had a band too, but didn’t get so far. Oh, we had a local following of sorts, I guess. We played bar mitzvahs, dances, cakes after mass, whatever. But it was the girls screaming in the film that really brought me back. You can’t imagine what a rush that is, unless you’ve experienced it firsthand. Sometimes I visit our old haunts and see if I can replay those times, me and the boys getting naked but for a pillowcase over our heads, lubing up with motor oil, and tearing through the girls locker room at my old high school. They’ve beefed up security something fierce nowadays, though.