Thirty-odd years ago I knew this beautiful woman named Marti. We were good friends who never (well, almost never) let the boy-girl thing complicate our friendship. We were always giving each other books to read and music to listen to.
One of us gave to the other an album named "One Nation Underground" to listen to by a group called Pearls Before Swine. The album was a haunting, spare affair full of memorable songs; though my copy of it disappeared long ago, I still have most the lyrics committed to memory. But the most memorable thing about the album w