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Dip back into your childhood memories and answer this one.

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I remember neighborhood rounds of Spotlight.

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Though not with the “put up your hands or I’ll shoot” vibe Wiki is working here.

It was basically nighttime hide and seek with a flashlight and I doubt kids play it today.

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The world isn’t as innocent a place as when I was playing. Hiding in the bushes at night and being flushed out with lights is probably a good way to get shot today.

What (hopefully less dangerous) game did you play as a kid that’s faded into oblivion now ?

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We all have favorites.

This shouldn’t be difficult.

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For me, two immediately come to mind.

I’m a Jersey girl born and bred, and when I was growing up? Bruce ruled.

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I still have my original vinyl from 1975. I played it endlessly, learned all the words to all the songs and can still sing along verbatim to this day. Including a perfectly timed grunt on the title track. IYKYK.

Bruce’s raspy vocals filled with angst, Clarence’s mournful horn…Thunder Road, Jungleland. I can almost smell the shore.

❤️

My second perfect album?

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The year was 1992, MTV was all we watched and Clapton was mesmerizing. Stripped down acoustic guitar performances that seared right through your soul. Bluesy and heartfelt, it was a masterpiece. His tender version of Layla rocketed to the top but the lesser known songs like Before You Accuse Me and Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out still resonate. Tears in Heaven? I can still feel the pain.

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Now you?

What’s your album of pure perfection…

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Dust the cobwebs off your brain and tell me….

How low can you go?

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Filling up the tank hurts these days. But it wasn’t always that way. I fondly recall pulling into a gas station and not paying a bit of attention to the price.

And while I remember the oil embargo of the 1970’s, I was a child and couldn’t tell you what my parents paid when the stations were open on alternating Monday and Thursday afternoons.

Newly married in the early eighties? Gas up the road from our house in North Carolina was .79 cents a gallon.

I filled my car for $11.06.

Doesn’t that sound wonderful?

Now you.

What’s the cheapest price you remember paying?

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It requires a little math today.

But it’s old math, so we’re good.

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19 out of 20 for me… because as hard as it is to believe, I’ve never been to a drive in movie. They were pretty much a dead thing by the time I started dating.

I have to laugh at being a boomer though because to this day, I still…

Listen to music on a record player,

Have photo albums filled with prints.

Pay for something with exact change.

Use a library card regularly.

Have a favorite radio station ( though admittedly it’s on satellite)

Watch the news at the same time every day.

Use a checkbook register.

And own both a cassette and 8 track player.

Once a boomer, always a boomer.

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Now you.

How many of these things have you done?

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It’s Friday.

I think it’s required.

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It is said music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. No, it’s not beast, that’s a common misquote. But I think ole William Congreve knew what he was talking about in 1697.

(If you’re interested, the original line is as follows –

“Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast, To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak”)

And while music can indeed soothe it can also elicit other emotional responses… joy, sadness, nostalgia, triumph etc.

And when asked what songs move me? The first one that pops into my head is Eric Clapton’s “My Father’s Eyes” from this album.

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https://youtu.be/bocDpFVhyDw?si=_jxK4SbR0l8o9VVF

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I lost my dad when I was 15 years old and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it. To this day I can’t talk about him… or listen to that song… without crying.

So yes, music can bring me to tears.

What song moves you, and why?

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Time to brush off the brain cobwebs.

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I was supposed to be 4 to enter preschool but since my birthday is in December, I was 3.

Because I was an only child, my mother always signed me up for “social” experiences and in 1967 she thought half a day at preschool with other children was just the thing.

I remember we were told to bring something to lay on the floor for nap time and while other kids had blankets or towels, my mother – being my mother – went shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue and I showed up with a large, extremely plush and colorful Humpty Dumpty oblong egg rug. I remember rolling it out and all the other kids oohing and ahhing… but not in a nice way. We all laid down and the next thing I knew some ratty little bastard pushed me off Humpty and stole it. I cried and pointed at the pint sized felon but was told to hush up and go to sleep.

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I don’t remember what happened later, though I’m sure my mother gave the teacher a good tongue lashing…but even after Humpty was returned the next day, preschool was never my happy place again.

How about you?

What’s your very first memory….

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