I had my 'Boys of Summer' moment yesterday. My 10-year-old daughter was rifling thought what remains of my vinyl collection when she came across The Grateful Deads' 1970 double-live album. Actually, she could have cared less about the album - she just moved it to get to the techno 12 inches. But imagine my surprise when a skull-and-roses dead sticker popped out of the album, intact and ready to be stuck?
Now, I have owned this album for almost as long as it's been in print - I must have popped the discs out of their inner sleeves many hundreds of times - and yet, there it was, my "Dead Head Sticker on A Cadillac." I snatched it up and wondered what to do with it - could I verify its provenance if I put it up on eBay? Would I look like some doofus Iowa State undergrad with a dead head sticker on my iPod? (Can I think of another product whose first letter is lower-case?)
In the end, I just decided to shove it in the ole bottom drawer. Don Henley was right - you can never look back.