Classic Rock & Cheap Wine: A Three Dog Night Without ‘Joy to the World’ After a Trip to the Police Station
Dan, assuming his car had been stolen, really stolen, called the police and they went cruising the streets looking for it. We were all hauled into the police station and suddenly there was no longer any joy in the world.
Fortunately, Dan and his father did not press charges and we were all released when our parents showed up to fetch their criminal offspring.
As a result of this little Joy to the World joyride, Dan and Donna broke up and all my friends were grounded except for me. My parents figured since it was only my close friend and neighbor’s car that had been “stolen,” that meant I was not necessarily heading for a future career as a car thief.
However, my father did give me a stern talking too but the real punishment came when Dan blamed me for the entire incident and sarcastically called me a “car thief” for months thereafter.
So what shall we drink to forget this unfortunate brush with the law while remembering that early 70’s #1 hit Joy to the World?
Well, what we should be drinking is Boones Farm Apple Wine because, as mentioned in a previous post, that was the official beverage of my high school. But since just the thought of that stuff makes me gag, how about a lovely, sophisticated King Estate Pinot Gris?
Here I go again recommending another Oregon organic wine that I assume is produced by Birkenstock clad, aging hippies in the bluest of blue states.
“The palate has a soft, rich entry, nice texture, good weight and a long, lively crisp finish,” whatever the heck that means.
All I know is it washes away both the long forgotten taste of Boones Farm Apple Wine and memories of a short joy ride in an oversized Cadillac.
That is, until the next time I hear the opening line, Jeremiah was a bull frog….
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Jeremiah, it turns out, was actually a Tree Frog…
You are not the only high school junior of that era who took out a neighbor’s car for an unauthorized ride, got caught by the cops, and escaped with a slap on the wrist. Though in the case I know of, the charges got dropped only when the cop put some heavy pressure on the aggrieved car owner. About a month after the aggrieved car owner’s car got returned, the cop stopped him for speeding in his sports car.
“Do you want to drop the charges on the kids who took your sports car out for a ride?”
“No.”
“I can impound the car for speeding.”
“Guess I can drop the charges.”
This was a case of the cop not wanting the kids of “good families” getting something on their record.
This whole affair got hushed up fairly well. Four decades later, I was talking to a peer. He had also been involved in another shenanigan involving one of those families that summer, and recounted his transgression to me. But he had heard nothing about the purloined sports car, until I told him.
Good story. Well written and very familiar. I wonder how many of us did stuff like that? All of us or only those of us who got caught? My personal “gag” drink is peppermint schnapps.
IMO any form of mint mixed with alcohol is an abomination unto the Lord. I can tolerate the stuff in toothpaste, but just barely.
I too rode dangerously in a “borrowed” car in that era, although in this case the driver was a high school buddy who had his old man’s newish VW Beetle that he managed to flip over on a windy country road when he hit the corner too fast and hard. We flipped three times. Damn lucky none of us (four) were hurt or worse. The driver, Tony, had one too many glasses of “mighty fine wine” and Three Dog Night might have been on the radio. Hard to remember. So long ago…..
Thanks for the memories, Sister Myra.
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These are Texas Panhandle wines – unlikely to be made by any birkenstock-wearing hippies. I enjoy them and can recommend them heartily. And, no, I am not connected with the winery in any way.