Why did I think it was such a good idea to drink beer while cleaning my garage? Maybe it was because I thought I was turning a negative into a positive. In any case, while I was on spring break during college, my parents asked me to get our hopelessly cluttered garage in reasonable shape, and that meant rearranging and throwing away shit, vacuuming, and washing the windows.
“Elvis Presley is still King. The singing monarch strode into Springfield Civic Center last night and spent better than a hour on stage, entertaining his subjects and making just about everyone there happy with a bag of his oldies, goodies and Goldies, as well as his latest hit single I’m Hurt, which ought to net the King a few more riches... and deservingly so. It was a paunchy looking Elvis this year and even a large belt failed to hide the fact that even the King probably can't say ‘No’ to a second helping at the dinner table.”
...but a poster I had saved from the 1984 Waters show—a drawing of Reg, the animated dog he used in the concert—is nowhere to be found. Fortunately, I discovered one on the web: