... and a leisure suite in polyester, white platform disco boots, a 'fro (you can get a wig) and a coke spoon dangleing from a chain around your neck... you ask all the ladies, "what's your sign?", bust a move on occasion and basically try to emulate Johnny Revolting... er... Travolta. This was when I went to country FM stations... and remembered how to play my banjo... of course, I spent most of that era in uniform so none of that would apply to me even if I wanted it to.