Driving around town, my car turned into a time machine and reversed me back 20 years … 25 years … 
30 years … 35 years. Stop!
There she is, standing in front of her old stomping grounds at the mall. The Triumph song rings in her head , “She’s young now, she’s wild now, she wants to be free … “ They wrote that song about her. She’s sure of it.
Her boyfriend drives up. She climbs into his 1975 Toyota Corolla where the stereo speakers blare, Jukebox Hero.
Lori's Lane 