Road rave

As I pulled up to a stoplight on my way into work this drizzly grey afternoon, my CD player kicked into the next tune on my Halloween mix -- an odd little ditty called Vampire Sushi by Old Time Relijun that sounds like early B-52s -- and I noticed the car in front of me had a Dancing Elvis hanging in its rear window. He was dancing and swingin and swivelling those hips as I followed and it put a twisted little smile on my face for the rest of the ride.