If you were alive and breathing in the middle 60s, lived in a frat house in particular, had keggers..did the church thing on campus Sunday morning because of God and the potential for snowing a date, hit the Dixie Diner with her for lunch away from dorm or house food, went to Lake Michigan to walk the Indiana Dunes...and caught the rebroadcast of Midnight Special out of Chicago before your physics paper was written....
Well, MONDAY MONDAY screams at you.