Remember this line: If the Lams worked once, they should work again. It’s October 1993 and my future wife and I are going to a Lenny Kravitz concert in Pittsburgh. We’re in that phase of dating and life (our early 30’s) in which looking good and feeling good are pretty effortless and interchangeable and thus, can actually work on any given night, even a school night. We’ve got our concert uniforms on. I’ve got my biker jacket on (yes, I…
