Yes, yes, The Eagles. I know, I know. Face it, Linda had the definitive delivery.
It was a tune so haunting and memorable that it was torched by that team of comedy writers for whom nothing was sacred except their love of Porsches, underage girls, and therapy, Jerry Seinfeld and his repulsive partner Larry David.
But the only reason it worked as comedy was the fact that millions of boomers had taken it to heart and known the pang that it evokes.