Oh, jacketed, tousle-haired, booted young rebel, cruising among the drive-ins in your modified 1957 Chewy with the stuffed cat blinking its eyes through the rear window - Jean Shepherd knows about you. Oh, soft collared paisley-tied, apache-cased executive, chuckling too much at the boas jokes in the 5 o'clock down elevator - Jean Shepherd knows about you. Oh, sensitive artist, with beautiful soul mindlessly crushed by the crass commercial heels of the culture business - Jean Shepherd knows about you. Yes, Jean Shepherd knows what evils lurk in the hearts of men, but more than that, he talks about them. And talks about them. And talks about them...