As with almost everyone my age, Pink Floyd hovered over significant parts of my childhood.  Our local rock station, Wichita’s T-95, played Floyd constantly.  Sometimes (and the station was fantastic), T-95 would play just a part or all of DARK SIDE OF THE MOON.  The same was true of THE WALL.  Never would a day go by without hearing at least one song by PF.

Kids wore PF buttons on their denim jackets and wore a variety of different PF t-shirts.  The planetarium in my hometown even hosted a number of shows of Laser Floyd, the music of the band set to the then extremely high tech flashes of light and image.

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