Rhonda bought a five-piece kit through the newspaper classifieds with two summers of pool-snack-bar money. Her father drove the truck. He did not speak on the way home.
She played harder than anyone in any lineup on file. In the summer of 1984 a framed photograph fell off the hallway wall during a rehearsal. The band kept the broken glass and taped a piece of it inside the J-card of the second record.
She counted the band in out loud, every song, every time. The count is audible on every track of the record.
Now. Paramedic in Tucson. Voted steadiest hands at the station three years running.