These are the good old days. For the record though.

I remember walking home after school with my best friend in the 60's. No big deal I know, cept I am white and he was black. In good old SC. We go to his house it was pinto beans and cornbread, go to my house it was pinto beans and cornbread.
He learned bout country music and I learned bout soul and motown.
My friend is a ref at 12/14 under football and basketball. Sometimes he will call and I will ride with him to a ball game to watch. I check out the cd's in his truck for one to play. Lot of Charlie pride, Waylon, and his fav is Allen Jackson. In my truck you find some chi lites, lot of motown.
These are the good old days.