R.I.P. Mr Tom Petty

I remember a summer sometime around 1989 when my Dad and I and a couple friends went to a festival in the alpine part of the Stein River valley.

The festival was fun and all that, but I remember that trip as a kind of a “coming of age”.

On that trip my father and I drove up to Lillooet or wherever we hiked into the festival from in my vehicle. Back then I had a 1987 Jeep YJ – somewhat derisively referred to as a Yuppie Jeep.

I remember the trip as a coming of age sort of experience because it was the first time that we had gone somewhere as two adults. And the fact that my Dad and rode up in my Jeep, with me driving, well, it was me being responsible for something my dad was typically responsible for.

How’s this connected to Tom Petty? Well the only cassette tape we had with us on that trip was a Traveling Wilbury’s tape! And we just let it play as we bombed along in my Jeep with the top off and the sun shining down on us.

Rest In Peace Tom Petty.