For those of you so young that you've only heard rumors that Paul McCartney was in a band before "Wings," and for those of you so old you think rock 'n' roll is still just a fad ... the headline above comes from a Beatles song.
And it might just as well be Detroit's new anthem.
Because, at last, again, Americans finally want to drive cars made by American automakers.
Detroit is no longer behind the curve, trying frantically to compete with the Japanese.
It's now behind the wheel.
Behold, as Eric Evarts writes this week, the third Golden Age of the American auto.
We're in love, again.
And who wouldn't be. A new Thunderbird, GTO, Charger - cars originally designed to pound the pavement into quivering submission. (My dad owned a 1957 T-bird - pale green, white top. And the day he opened her up to 100 m.p.h. was my first indication that he was, in fact, a "guy.")
The new breed sports a new agenda - to look and drive cool without beating up the environment - but the passion is back.
Please note: This week's subcompact version of Work & Money left a Week's Worth in the garage.
But we did save the regular stock chart, below. We'll be back Monday with more on the markets and the latest in a trendy workplace - the personal coach.