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He picked at the cassettes on the seat between us. "Replacements? Husker Du? The Psychedelic Furs?" He made the names sound like incurable diseases. "What the hell is this shit?"

"Rock 'n' roll."

"The Eagles and the Doobie Brothers. That was rock 'n' roll."

"If you're eighty."

"Have you accepted Christ into your life? Are you a Christian?"

I nodded. I always humor the religious.

For two hundred dollars a day I'd promise to find Jimmy Hoffa.