I think as music became less albums and CDs and more something else, there was no visual to lock in a memory…

Those Friday after school trips to Blockbuster always seemed to add sparkle to the weekend. Everybody had something to look forward to.

I’m impressed by how much music you DO remember. Maybe as writing took more root, you were listening more to your own thoughts and the storylines unraveling in your brain, and that’s why you don’t remember music so much during this time?

I miss renting videos. It felt like an occasion not entirely unlike going to the movie theater. Sigh.

Ha. That scrap of paper is a moment I always remembered, but it’s linked now to that first workshop with Pam rather than the year it happened. Memory is fascinating. It was such fun to tell Pam about it too.