The faded blue Celebrity station wagon wasn’t anyone’s idea of a sweet ride, not even out here on the edge of South Dakota. But it did give Ron plenty of room to fill with woofers and amps, which he liked to show off by cranking the Fugees “Killing Me Softly” in parking lots after evening 4-H committee meetings while the other kids stood around and nodded.
Jack had never heard of the Fugees before; he had really never heard this sort of music before, either. In these parts, all but three of the stations on FM dial were country (one Valentine’s Day Jack had heard Shania Twain’s “I’m Outta Here” five times in a row, simply by scanning the dial each time it finished), and at home he listened only to classical music cassettes on his Sony Walkman. Little wonder, then, that Ron had dating prospects, while Jack most definitely did not.