It isn’t often you can pinpoint exactly where you were at a point in time.  In our case, we had just slogged through several blocks of thick Boulder, Colorado snow to campus to see this little-known punk band on the recommendation of our friend Bill Sharp.

We don’t know what’s more shocking — that this was 30 years ago, or what the tickets cost.

And if a time traveler stopped in in 1978 and whispered in my ear, he’d say, “Thirty years from now, on this day, at this exact hour, you’re taking your six-year-old to a stargazing party in Altadena.”

This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no foolin’ around …