As a teenagers, our favorite hangout was the Recreaction Center in downtown Alex –owned by Bill and Mollie Sue Williamson and affectionately known as the Rec. We went there at lunch for cheeseburgers, a game of pool and a few spins on the jukebox. On Saturday nights, it was our central gathering point, the place we met to kill time, to hear the lastest gossip or see what transpired on a small-town Saturday night. If you were looking for someone, or needed information, or wanted to see if the ingredients were present for any excitement, you went to the Rec. It’s burned vividly in my memory as a central place of my youth. So I had a sense of deja vu tonight when, at our staff retreat on a ranch near Chandler, while playing foosball in the Rec Room, this song came blaring through the speakers. Three-plus decades ago, I’m sure I could have told you its number on the jukebox at the Rec.