Sting-ray afternoons: a memoir

Eight-track mind

One of these things is not like the others

When you comin' home, Dad?

Glory, glory, hallelujah, teacher hit me with a ruler

Wish book

As we fell into the Sun

Every day's the Fourth of July

Through the magic doorgate

Ventura Highway in the sunshine

Play that funky music, white boy

Goodbye yellow brick road

Epilogue: Oh, oh, telephone line.