As I write this I hear strains of a song I first heard in 1978. As I hear it, I remember what I felt then which indeed was a moment when I was remembering something even earlier.

In 1978 I heard this song with different ears and remembered things that had come before. When I first heard these tones, guitar strings and simple voices, I was a younger, fresher though far more screwed up (in many ways) person. But I had choices and options before me, with happiness and struggle and confusion to come. And the song brought me memories of years earlier, of childhood, of Saturdays, color, model ships, Halloween, harvests, sunshine and blue sky.