Guess the song.
Anyway, on Sunday, Rich took Charlie for a cruise in his '61 Chevy.
Charlie was so, so serious. The way he climbed into the truck, put his hand on the ledge of the window, sat so still while the engine roared.
But he did crack a smile just before they took off. Probably because he knew Rich was going to squeal the tires and make a ruckus all the way through the neighborhood.