Last night, the whole family went to Bill Bateman's Bistro in Towson for Rib Night. As the night progressed, and we stripped our racks clean, the soundtrack of the evening started to seep into my conciousness. It was like someone had uncovered my high-school-freshman record collection from 1978 and produced a mix tape….the playlist sticks in my brain like a splinter.

Pink Floyd's Pigs.
Bowie's Ziggy Stardust
Edgar Winter's Frankenstein
Fleetwood Mac's Tusk
Queen's “Bohemian Rhapsody”
Journey's “Wheel in the Sky”

While my adolescence flashed across my ears, we shifted into the game room where my sons demonstrated their pool skills. If “Werewolves of London” had come on at that moment, I would have known someone was playing with my mind…