Remembering ‘Slug Bug’ and ‘The Love Bug’

I lived most of my teen years with a bruised shoulder. My brother and I engaged in a game called “slug bug” on road trips. We weren’t content with the games Mom gave to pass the time. Car bingo and “I Spy” just wasn’t violent enough for my older brother, who seemed to think pounding on Ed was an Olympic event. I enjoyed it because it was my only opportunity to hit my big brother…