Anyone Tampering With This Machine

’Twas a billowy evening in early May, and the frecklecheek of spring was upon the land. Beset by the fires of the season I put on the dog and escorted my love to the senior prom.

Never mind that she was 20 and I was 21 — Andrea sang in the band engaged for the prom, I went along just to see what had become of the grand old institution in these days of revolution and suchlike.