It was 1975 and all seemed right with the world. Nixon was gone and Ford was okay. Vietnam was behind us. Sure, gas prices had sent America into a panic. But there was nothing like a good song blasting out from the car radio.And who better than the three-man band, America, to blast it. It was the perfect radio band with their wonderful harmonies. And perfect for a summer driving down the highway without a care in the world. After all, I was young and starting a new life after my time in the Air Force.
America sang very sing-along-able songs. Short very memorable lyrics and equally memorable melodies. Songs like A Horse With No Name, Sandman and Ventura Highway. They were songs with no deep meaning. Just fun in the sun kind of songs. And as far as I am concerned, Sister Golden Hair was the best.
Uncle Bardie's Stories & Such 