July 19, 1997, Saturday afternoon… I got my driver’s license in the morning at the Libertyville DMV. My older sister was nice enough to let me take her car that day, a metallic green Jetta with a 6 disc changer in the trunk. I dropped Gish in and drove around listening to that album on repeat. I’d listened to it a zillion times before that day and certainly 10 zillion times since but for whatever reason, that day, that moment, a scorching hot, sunny summer afternoon, driving up and down Lake Cook Road, every time I hear Snail, I think of that day. It was perfect.