CSB… I was maybe 11, spent Saturday night at a friends, they were cool, their parents went out dancing a lot. I made a deal with my folks to spend the night but I had still had to go to church the next morning - appearances and all. My friend’s parents had an extra bumper sticker for the “Tumbleweed” a bar and dance hall that used to be located on the big hill on 2222 before 620. Anyway I took the bumper sticker home(with permission) and first thing before we left for church I affixed it to our family’s 1974 red Chevy caprice classic (it’s 1986). I did a terrible job, it was wrinkly and crooked but my bumper sticker was on the car for all the monied Hyde Parkers my dad wanted to impress to see. He didn’t notice until walking back from lunch at some steakhouse spot with one of those all you can eat salad bars when one of his church “friends” pointed it out laughing. It was a classic Simpsons point and laugh. Pretty sure I got my ass beat for that. Pretty sure he never impressed anyone at that church either.