“Guess what I did yesterday while you were at the Murphy’s?” Dad asks.

“Did you cut the grass?”

“No but that’s a good guess. A bunch of my friends and I got together and recorded some music out in the garage.” Your Dad takes a hand from the steering wheel and fumbles with a tape and gets it into the stereo. An unholy noise comes from the stereo. He punches the rewind button. “That was a little later in the night. We tried to make scary sounding things.” He hits play and the beginning of a song starts up. “Yeah listen to this. Isn’t this the funk?”

You aren’t really sure if the song is the funk or not, but you know that you shouldn’t have answered by telling your dad that he still had some egg in his mustache.