It's Friday, Ya Beatniks! (Mylot Exclusive #1699)

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Fifi, my favorite UpstairsSommelier and Chief Executive Vice President In Charge Of Alcoholic Affairs, is mixing and serving “Dream Elixirs” ((An interesting blend of lavender lemonade, chamomile tea, blueberry juice, honey and vodka)) tonight because this one is bout a dream. And not just any dream. It is one that I really hope was a prophetic glimpse of the very near future masquerading as a dream. Because it featured a small device that enabled people to fly. I can describe it but I don't know how it worked. It was a small cylindrical object attached to a belt. When worn, it allowed people to fly, but as I said, I don't know how. My best guess is that it somehow produced a small anti-gravity field that not only allowed flight but also fantastic speed unencumbered by gravity. The speed made me think of the old song that goes, "Ninety minutes from New York to Paris." I did not, however, try to fly to Paris. Because I didn't have my passport with me and this was not a lucid dream. Had I known that it was a dream, I would have gone to Paris and dared the Douaniers to arrest me right after I landed. Had they been foolish enough to try, it would not have gone well for them. Believe me! Other than that, the only negative issues were the same ones you encounter in any aircraft. It had unlimited ceiling, as far as I could tell but that's only useful up to about 10,000 feet ((3,048 meters)). Because, above that, you're going to need lots of warm clothes and supplemental oxygen. Since I had neither and I didn't even have an altimeter, I treated the flight the same way you would while piloting an ultralight---When it starts getting cold, descend. Google Maps, a stewardess, and a pair of goggles would have been useful as well. But I'm not quibbling. I like these things and I want one. With that in mind, let's go to September 1982 to see what the Cosmic Universal Anthem Song Of The Month Club Anthem Song For Today is. ************** I.G.Y.