When I was a ‘yoot’, as Joe Pesci might put it, my friends and I had an expression for the one among us who was doing the driving on a given evening. This person, we said, had “the power of the keys.” The driver, it was tacitly understood, determined where we went – and when. The driver, in other words, had final say over that night’s entertainment.
America’s ‘yoots’ have had “the power of the keys” over…
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