[The Duke]

I remember exactly when rock died. It was the summer of 1980. A friend of mine and I had driven his yellow Datsun B-210 to a wilderness area in Middle TN for a weekend of backpacking. We had the radio tuned to a rock station that was playing Led Zeppelin as we parked, unloaded our gear and headed into the bush.

A few days later we returned to the parking area, sweaty and tired, loaded our gear up, and jumped in his car to go steal some time in the showers of the dorms of Tennessee Tech University. We turned on his radio and were greeted by “Funky Town”. We gave gave one another that “What the Hell?” look.

Rock had died.

[The Duke]

INTERESTING SIDE NOTE: A couple of weeks ago I asked AI to write a program that would retrieve the most recent 20 posts on Free Republic, group them by how often they were replied to, and display links to the articles with the count of replies (sorted by count). Until this article the highest number of replies was four in that group of twenty. This article had a count of six.

There go my plans for an "Armageddon Alert".