THIS is the song that was "Bumping" , really blasting from my first floor apartment on Camp Creek Parkway, in College Park, Georgia around 1977. I was extremely puzzled, confused. I was not in the habit of leaving my music on while I worked as a Middle School teacher in Sandy Springs. Yes, my commute was long, over thirty miles one way. Worse, no matter the time of day, 285 ; The Deathway Perimiter was going to be congested, bumper to bumper. So bored, so young, so carefree, I smoked a joint, laughed and flirted with the Long Distance truck drivers I jocked with for at least an hour and a half, each day, each way. Stop, go, puff puff! Was I happy? Hell YES! Did I (falsely) believe the perfume I splashed on my hands , and face concealed my little "practice"? Evidently I did, or I just didn't care. Not only that, I carried a PISTOL! (I lived in the 'Hood, alone. "Carrying" was Common Sense! The fact I never committed one homicide , when , to this d...