Red, Wet, And Blue: August 31, 1987
“All right, all right, you can stop,” Cassie laughed. “You’re obviously hot for teacher and you brought your pencil; now I’m gonna give you something to write on.”
As she turned to leave the record shop, Cassie bumped into a young man and the cassettes went flying out of her hands, bouncing all over the carpeted floor. “Oops, sorry!” he blurted before crouching and retrieving the wayward cassettes. Standing again, he shuffled through them and took inventory. “Bon Jovi. Poison. Heart. Def Leppard…” he intoned seriously until he couldn’t help crack a smile. “What?” Cassie said defiant...