Kira Lynne reminds us of every girl we went to high school with. Or at least every girl that had blonde hair, that impertinent look in the eye - eyes that took up most of their head - eyes that looked boldly at you and said, quite defiantly, I'm taking the baloney bus to soul town. And you knew there was no way of stopping her. Because it was already in the blood, and once she got revved up to the idea and the jungle drums began beating, her mind was a tidal wave of desire and social defiance. And next it would be jazz records and marijuana. Because once she had it, and the more the merrier, she was forever lost to the white man.