Scene Of The Crime (Who Do You Think You Are?)

Bitter and sweet childhood memories superimposed. In the summer of 1971, a 45 of “Mr. Big Stuff” played on a neighbor’s portable record player at a picnic in the park. The skeleton getting kicked in the face is me, a few years later, during a fool’s mission to deliver block-association leaflets to the neighbors. “Who do you think you are” is a question I remember being asked more than once; perhaps that’s why the song made such an impression.