In ninth grade, 1977 or so, our English teacher assigned us to do a report on a ballad. I asked if "Wildwood Weed" would be okay and she said yes, apparently mistaking the name for "Wildwood Flower". Let's just say she was not pleased when she heard the song in class. Despite her irritation, she still had to give me an A because I nailed the requirements. The funny thing is that I didn't smoke pot at the time and didn't even try it until a year and a half after the "report". I just thought the song was funny, and it was a ballad. My favorite line is still, "I had to fly up and get him down. He was about half crazy." In the same class, same assignment, someone chose "Edmond Fitzgerald". It was the first time I had ever heard it and I still love it.
