Whenever I hear Gerry Rafferty’s “Baker Street” I’m reminded of a time when as children we rode unseatbelted in cigarette-smoke-filled big cars and were left alone to figure out the world from carelessly laid issues of National Lampoon.
Whenever I hear Gerry Rafferty’s “Baker Street” I’m reminded of a time when as children we rode unseatbelted in cigarette-smoke-filled big cars and were left alone to figure out the world from carelessly laid issues of National Lampoon.
