The year was 1979. Me and some buddies were skiing a tiny ski area in Maine called Lost Valley. It was actually this time of year - when the snow was still deep yet the days were warm. This particular day was sunshine/daydream - total blue sky, the skiing was good and there were babes everywhere. We were skiing in sweatshirts (not much fleece back then). The ski area had actually mounted speakers - not PA horns, but speakers on like every other pole of the chair lift - you could hear the music everywhere and it sounded GOOD. They were playing the entire first Boston album this afternoon. We had just packed a fresh bowl and 'Hitch a Ride' came over the speakers. All was well. One of the first times I can distinctly remember telling myself that life was pretty good. I got to thank Brad for being part of the soundtrack to one of my life's great moments (love Tom's solo on this one as well). I remember it as if it were yesterday - corny but priceless. Thanks Brad.
