The Corner Store

wordsby scott radnidge backside disasterdeer man

In the Californian warm nighttime sky, neon signs and jukeboxes played through the night. On freshly painted multi-lane roads letterman jackets and homecoming queens, high on pop and nicotine, rode giddily in convertibles that jockeyed for position in lines of snaking cars, whose fins glittered and pierced the nocturnal darkness with luminous tailfins.

While idling at a stoplight, the din of piano-fueled rock limped over the AM radio waves and oozed out of the waiting cars’ open tops and ajar windows…