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  • Maybe Tommy started it. Hard to tell. But it became a tunnel-approach tradition, especially in the summer. Roll down the windows all the way, let the wind whip through the station wagon and as soon as we enter the tunnel, it's "one, two, three, SCREAM".....Nothing better than yelling the entire length of the darkness, looking at each other, disbelieving we were all holding the vocals, going the full ride at full volume, with a sudden decrescendo into the bright white daylight at the other end. And, get this: the parents were in on it, screaming along with us.

    Followed by burst-out laughing.

    Another tunnel later in the trip or another time? The same story. Screaming into the echo chamber. Like we entered another world where this kind of noise was allowed. Even welcomed. As if we contributed to the creation of some primal wind. Collective voices letting off steam. Then breaking into hysterics.
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