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I remember my youth. 300 wored |
Lost In Nostalgia I was walking in the Theatre district on a blustery day. The wind blew more than enough scrap and crap around me as I wandered. I don’t mind a wild and breezy day usually, but I was feeling a bit down. “Where has all the fun gone?” That’s when a sizable photo hit me right in the face! The direction of the wind was such that it actually stuck to my face for longer than I liked. Irritably, I peeled it off. About to crumble it into a tight ball to toss into the nearest trash receptacle, I stopped to look at it. “Why it’s Casey and the Sunshine Band! I love those guys!” I began to hum some of their favorite tunes as I remembered. My teens and early adulthood moved to the rhythm of bands like ‘the sunshine’. It was the background I moved to as I matured. My eyes shining, I closely examined each member. I frowned. “These guys look nothing like I remember, they’re so off!” Then I noticed. It was a poster for a tribute {b]band! I usually make it a point not to go and see tribute bands. They’re never the same. The vibe I always expect is never quite there. “I’ll make an exception,” I told myself as I pulled out my phone and bought a ticket for the Saturday performance. Usually, I buy a pair, but I decided this should be a solo experience so as not to disappoint anyone else. I was so excited for the show, I went to my favorite antique clothing store and bought an outfit for the occasion. As I jumped off the bus that night, I was vibrating with excitement. Unfortunately, they were lousy, and I had to console myself with food after. |