The memory just appeared fully-formed. The other night, while talking on the phone with my brother John, I mentioned how hearing certain songs could trigger a very specific memory, even if that memory was unconnected to anything else.
For instance, I could very specifically remember hearing the Bee Gees' Too Much Heaven while we drove lazily along in his '76 Chevette, just before we reached a certain hill along Highway 141.
"And that's all you remember?" John asked.
Well yeah, I answered, then corrected myself: No. It was overcast, it was a Sunday, we'd left home a little later than we usually would have. We didn't have a movie we were going to see, we were just going to hit the record stores in the malls. I remember I was fired up to buy the soundtrack to Taxi Driver...
I stopped. John paused for a second, then asked, "And you remember all this why?"
I didn't have an answer. I still don't. For whatever reason, the past is becoming more vivid to me every day. Memories are becoming more distinct. Maybe I've become unstuck in time, like Billy Pilgrim, or maybe I'm just learning to appreciate all the little things that made me who I am.
In any event, I'm wondering if such things are going to become the focus of this site, as much as this site has any focus. Guess we'll have to wait and see.
