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More methods of time travel
This weekend I download a song to my iPod I hadn’t heard in 25 years.
Not a particularly good song, not overly popular, and as near as I can tell only on the radio for one month in 1983. (The Polecats “Make a circuit with me”.)
It was catchy to sing along with it back then, especially as I was between my sophomore and junior year of engineering school and it has a lot of electrical terms in it.
Driving home in my car last night it was dark and cold. (December in New England. It gets dark about 4. I get out at 5.)
But, listening to that song it was like I was back in that hot, bright apartment in August 83. Stripping, repainting and repapering the whole apartment in a month with just me, the girl I had just started dating, and one bored friend who had nothing better to do that summer. (My 4 roommates were all off at various summer jobs in other states and couldn’t help redo the place. And, it needed it. We hadn’t known the bathroom was painted green because there was so much dirt on the wall. Bright green paint. We thought it was painted brown. The other rooms were similarly bad.)
Our friend Ed (the Ed who chewed off the toilet seat, not the Ed who pissed on me in the middle of the night) worked for a catering service. He had worked a wedding where they had opened far too much champagne and he got to take the extra home. He kept 3 cases and gave me 2. (This was before I gave up drinking.)
So we spent our days drinking (flat) champagne and redoing the whole apartment.
It was one of those times in my life that seemed to last forever although the calendar says it was only 5 weeks long. It certainly was a time that changed my life.
My friend Monica lived in what was then to me a far off place. Now I drive past it every day going to work and back although it’s been decades since she lived there. I haven’t seen her since Ed’s wedding about 20 years ago.
My girlfriend from back then was waiting for me when I got home, as she often is.
Don’t live in that old apartment any more. Don’t see Ed or Monica any more.
But, I’m glad my wife is still with me.
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I think part of the reason this one was so good at bringing me back to that time was that I literally hadn't heard it before or since. So, there were no other connections for it.