The other day, I was out around lunchtime. 75 degrees. Windows rolled down. And The Beach Boy's Fun, Fun Fun - the Single Version - blasting from my radio.
It's a simple joy, but it's joy. Joy does not demand complexity.
My favorite lines?
"Well the girls can't stand her because she walks, looks, and drive like an ace, now.
She makes the Indy 500 look like a Roman chariot race now."
I had fun, fun, fun for 2:21.