Time y'all heard some authentic 50's New York City Doo-Wop make-out music. I sometimes say that I'd go back there for a thin crust Napolitano pie and to be able to stand in and sing some impromptu acapella doo-wop on a street corner for a couple of hours.

I've even dreamed about going back a few times. In those dreams, I was grabbed. My hands were zip-tied behind my bag. A black bag was placed over my head. I was then dragged kicking and screaming and thrust into the back seat of a Suburban which probably left rubber as it peeled out.

Man, what some people will do to get hold of a really good 2nd tenor doo-wopper.

Yes. I've had other doo-wop dreams too. In one that I particularly remember, the self-claimed first tenor and the self-claimed baritone suddenly started singing their parts in unison. I awakened in a cold sweat.