It’s another trip down memory lane.
This time it’s way back to 1971, the year I graduated from eighth grade.
The parents of one of the guys in our class (8 boys, 9 girls) were kind enough to throw a graduation party, and pretty much leave us to ourselves.
At some point during the night, after playing games like spin the bottle and postman, it was time to start playing some music.
As I vaguely recalled while playing postman, one of the girls told me that Ro, one of the girls in our class, would dance with me if I asked her. This was great news, since I considered Ro my girlfriend, probably unbeknownst to her.
Finally, a slow song came on, Color My World, by the great band Chicago, and I got up the courage to ask Ro to dance. Fortunately, she said yes. It seemed like the perfect song to slow-dance to, since there isn’t much going in the song. I was able to just move back and forth for three minutes, and then it was over. But it’s stuck with me for almost 50 years.
A couple of weeks later we graduated, and I never saw Ro again until a chance meeting seven years later while I was at a swim meet at Indiana University of PA, where she was a student. I still don’t remember how we were able to connect with each other, especially before cell phones and email. But we got to chat for five minutes or so, and that was the last time I saw her.
(Side note – given my nerdy persona, my teammates were taken aback to see me talking to such an attractive young woman.)
As I was writing this, the lyrics to one of favorite Bob Seger songs, Night Moves, came to mind for some reason:
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in
Now I certainly wasn’t as adventurous as Bob seemed to be, but it is funny how a song can transport you back to a different place and time.
And thank you Ro, for saying yes…