Tom Dinard, on the memories brought back by a Billy Joel song:
Regret is seeping into this Chevrolet Traverse. I'm thinking about a night on the Long Beach sand when I was 17 years old, obsessed with a girl who wasn't obsessed with me, sipping Coors Light in cans, beers I was able to buy without being proofed at a place called Bill's Beverage. We were about a six-pack in when the cops came and gave us open-container tickets.
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