Mark and I are on our way to Hopkins when The Doors' Riders on the Storm came on the radio. Mark says:
"I listened to a lot of Doors when I was in high school."
"Oh yea?" I reply. "Were you a disenchanted youth?"
Mark kinda smiles and shrugs. "I don't know. I guess."
"Well," I say, "You are a disenchanted adult, so I imagine you were a disenchanted youth."
"Yeah," he says after a moment, "Hopes and dreams are for suckers."