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After a very long day at work I decided to catch up on a bit of blog reading before going to bed. A friend's blog entry on the Ute Stampede has me reminiscing about life as a teenager in a small town and the type of things we looked forward to -the Ute Stampede was one, as was the Demolition Derby at the fair in Richfield. But nothing beat simply dragging main. For you city slickers out there, that basically meant getting in the car and driving up and down main street (back when gas was a more reasonable $1/gallon.)

It didn't take long before an old song popped into my head, Hal Ketchum's "Small Town Saturday Night." I loved this song and used to sing it at the top of my lungs in the car:

Bobby told Lucy, "The world ain't round...
Drops off sharp at the edge of town
Lucy, you know the world must be flat
'Cause when people leave town, they never come back"
They go ninety miles an hour to the city limits sign
Put the pedal to the metal 'fore they chage their mind
They howl at the moon, shoot out the light
It's a small town Saturday night

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