I grew up listening to 105.7 WAPL, “The Rockin’ Apple” in Neenah, Wisconsin. It wasn’t exactly my station of choice but it was the station of choice for a lot of the teen boys and college dudes who worked at my dad’s store/produce farm during the summer months.
Ted Nugent, the Rolling Stones, The Who and Aerosmith all provided the soundtrack to which I washed cucumbers, beets and carrots or bagged potatoes or popcorn. I put together bunches of asparagus while listening to Jim Morrison wail about an L.A. Woman and heaved crates of sweet corn onto flat carts while Sting pleaded with Roxanne.
This was a long time ago now. All those teen and college guys have long since become adults with jobs, families, houses of their own.
What hasn’t changed, it seems, is “Classic Rock.”