Any of you freaks old enough to remember this one?...



I often heard this one in the back of my parents' station wagon, while we rolled thru the night in rural Wisconsin up to the U.P. or to northern Minnesota along I-94...

Ah, Summer vacations..

Mosquitos and Stucky's, truckstops, greasy burgers and fries, milkshakes, and mangy Harley riders in small hick backwoods towns...

And jumping into Northwoods lakes filled with nasty bloodsucking leaches that get right onto your legs and feet..