Pumps' Perplexities

I just read a 'blog' by a baby-boomer who remembers all the
'good olde times' of the Woodstock days......How simple it
was, etc.....Every generation has their 'good olde days' and
always will.....People always remember the good and let
the bad fade away, like an olde soldier.......

Since I am older than a 'boomer', this story should be told
about the 'good olde days'.....While running an 'Inn" in
Vermont, I hired a local band to 'play for tips and food'.....
They agreed and requested that they be picked up because
there car was in need of repair.....

Off I went one snowy night in my Ford F100 van to pick up
the 'band' some 15 miles away that were living in a commune
owned by some religious order.....Well into the van we packed
4 band members, their equipment and amps, along with 4
'maidens' and their 3 'love children'.....

Needless to say the band did play, they all ate well and took
home the leftovers......And I guess the only way the F100 got
them back, up that steep snow covered hill to their commune,
was all the weight over the rear axle.....

I suspect they remember that night as one full of fun, music.
food and joy.....To me it was a 'bitchy' night of driving 60
miles in a blinding snow storm, fortunately accident free.....
It was not one of my 'good old days'......Pumps