Stupid alarm — turn off. Must reach clock - not my clock. Clock radio - not my clock radio. Turn the radio on - where is the FM switch. No — just stupid AM. What is this radio, it seems familiar? This is not my bedroom. This room seems familiar. Wake up. Get dressed. Shower, shave, get ready for work.

Turn on light. Get dressed. Oh my— this is my bedroom, this was my bedroom. There's a knock at the door.

"Steve, what are you doing up."

"Uhh."

"Well, I'm about ready to leave for work. I didn't expect to see your light on."

"Unhh."

"Very articulate son."

"Close the door." Good, she did.

Mom? Mom.Mom! get dressed. What are these clothes — they're so small. This hallway looks familiar. Stairs. Kitchen — the wrong kitchen. The other kitchen. Our old kitchen. Mom. Mom? Wrong Mom.

"What are you doing up so early?"

"Uhh, I don't know."

"Well, real words. Don't strain your brain. See you tonight." Good, she's leaving. Not good — she's gone, not gone.

Something to drink, orange juice, milk, orange juice. What is my Mom doing here? This is not my Mom. She's Young — she's alive. Need a shower, bathroom, mirror. That's not me in the mirror. Crash, Ahh juice everywhere. Damn, damn, damn. Don't walk anywhere. Broken glass. Don't step in the glass. Clean up the glass Mirror. I don't need to shave. I don't need to shave for a few years. Need shower.

Refrigerator — bacon, sausage, eggs, whole milk— Nothing to eat. I smell— coffee — ugggggh percolator coffee. Get a cup. Creamer, creamer, soy milk, whole milk— oh well, I can't drink Folgers^® black.

Let's see, oatmeal— no oatmeal. Trix^®, Shredded Wheat, Cheerios^®

Sitting in the chair in front of the TV, cup of coffee, bowl of dry Cheerios^®, Morning news, LA Times, Tuesday November 7th 1972. Nineteen-seventy-two! Oh crap! I am in a dream.

Knock at the door, open the door. "Uh, hi."

"Can I come in? It's cold out there."

"Uh, yea, come on in.

"Wow, coffee, thanks."

"Yea, I'll get myself another cup." What is he doing here? "Dave."

"Yea?"

"Uh, I was just talking to myself."

"Uh, whatever. Come on hurry up we gotta go."

"Ok, go where?"

"What's with you? Come on, let's go."

Grab my Levi^® jacket. Hey, no pockets. Hey, cool, this is worth a lot of money in 2008. "Hey what is that?" Dave is pulling out a baggie.

"It's the pot man"

"Uh, yea"

"What's up with you? You on drugs?"

"Well, yea, or not yet."

"Yea, cool."

He's too easy. I'm not sure if I'm up to smoking pot.

"Let's go into the orange grove. I have a bong stashed there."

It's been a while since I went into the orange grove to do something illicit.

"I hear the Floyd is coming out with a new album."

"Oh, yea?" I think that would be Dark Side of the Moon. "Do you know what it is called?"

"Na, but it will be trippy."

"For sure." Wow the lingo is coming back. "The Floyd is right on."

Yea, for sure — right on."

"Man, it's not here. Some bastard ripped off my bong."

"Too bad." Oh, good, maybe I don't have to get high.

"No problem, I always have my trusty papers. Always carry my Zig-Zag's. Don't leave home without it. Here, help me roll a couple."

"Sure man." I hope I remember how. Let's see, pick out the leaves and flowers, and— wow this is pretty clean stuff."

"This is Columbian Gold."

"Sweet." I doubt it, too many dealers were rip-offs. Wow, I think I rolled a pretty good joint.

"Whoa, dude, that doobie is killer. Nice and tight"

"Thanks man." Did we say man that much?

"Let's light that one up."

Ok, here goes, should I take a big hit? Maybe I can blow a lot of smoke without inhaling too much. Ok, that didn't work. I'll try it again.

"Dude, that is bitchin'."

"Dude." Oh yea, that is what it is like to get high. Why did I roll such a big one? Oh, man he's lighting up the other one. "We are going to get so high."

"Yea, cool."

"Cool." Not cool. Where are we going now? "Dude, what day is it?"

"You idiot, this Columbian is so awesome you don't even know what day it is. It's Tuesday, man. We need to get to school. We have about 20 minutes. Let's get going." Dave said, staggering as he got up. "Woa, head rush."

"School?"

"Yea, school. You are so wasted. We need to get going."

School. I didn't want to go to school when I was in school. What classes am I taking? Where are the classes? I better go to the office to find my classes. "See you at break Dave." I'll go to the admissions office. What do I tell them?

"So, if a student somehow forgot what classes he was taking how would he go about finding out that information." Yea, smooth. She's giving me a funny look.

"Uhh, what are you up to Mr. —"

"Um, Ryan." Think fast. "I was just thinking hypothetically, you know, I have a lot of ditzy friends. So what would a person do? Take me for example, could I get my class schedule?"

"I guess you could."

"So could I get a copy?"

"I could show you the schedule."

"That will work."

That was easier than I thought. Let's see, Ceramics first period. Oooh I remember, I did not like her. I better hurry. I don't think I want to be late, or do I care, I guess I should. Let's see, second period PE. Oh, god, I'm in a cold sweat even now after all these years. And I'll have to find my combination for the PE locker — and my regular locker.

"Hello Mr. Ryan. Glad to see you are here early."

"Well, you know, time is relative." What was her name? She got married during the year, but this is early in the year, and I forget her name before she got married.

That's the bell. Now I have to go shower. Well, I guess no one else is taking a shower, so I won't. Now, where is Dave? Do I want to meet with him? I do need to get my locker and number. Should I use the same routine to get the numbers?

Let's see #156. It should be on this building if I remember, yes there it is. Whoa, this thing is a mess. Ok, French and Creative Writing. I do not want to go to French. I do not memorize well. I guess I didn't know that as well then, uh now, uh then - sheesh. Besides, she was insane.

That was painful. Now Creative Writing. Wow, he looks so young. I knew he wasn't old then-now. I need to get my mind wrapped around this time thing. I think I'll blow his mind and sit up front. Maybe I'll make a comment.

"Mr. Ryan, deciding to participate today?"

"It is certainly an option." I think he looks confused. I wonder if he is high.

"Good morning class. Today we are going to look at Bob Dylan."

I know he's going to hate me. "Is Dylan a poet, or just a popular song writer?"

"The modern song-writers can be considered poets. In some way they are better representatives of poetry than those in the poetic community." I like Mr. Samuelsson's argument.

"You mean like Robert Burns, who wrote drinking songs."

"Exactly."

"But can we consider a song writer like Paul Williams to be on the same level as John Lennon and Bob Dylan?"

"In my opinion no, but I think time will tell, and I think prove me right."

"Mr. Ryan you surprise me today."

"Well maybe I will surprise you tomorrow."

"I hope so."

Ok, lunch. Wow, the quad. It's the rock. How is it painted today? Just a bunch of ugly blue and yellow paint. It must have gotten hit by a rival school. Lunch, do I eat lunch. Do I have any money? Let's see, I have a wallet. There is a couple of dollars in it. Let's see, where is the snack bar? Line, I guess I can wait in line. "Excuse me."

"That's alright."

Hey she's cute, in the way a teenager is cute. Wait I'm a teenager, or am I? This really is a dream, a very vivid dream. "Hi, I don't think I know you." That's for sure; I don't know hardly any of these people.

"You should, I'm in your cooking class ‘Boys Chef'."

"But, you're not a boy." What a stupid thing to say. Was that a pick-up line? I have no clue.

"Of course not, silly."

"I still don't remember your name. I live a kind of insular life." Then and now, or now and then — future then.

"Ok," She is putting out her hand. I think I need to take it. "Shake my hand silly." Wow, her hand is soft and warm. "You can open your eyes."

"Hi, I'm Steve."

"Julie. Hi Steve."

"Hi Julie."

"Hey, you two are you going to buy something?"

"Uh."

"Yes, I'll take two hamburgers."

"Two?"

"Yes, one for you and one for me."

"Anything else,"

"And, two milks."

"Milk."

"I'll pay for both."

"Thanks." I think they called her a women's libber then.

"No problem. Now you have to eat with me."

"I do?"

"You don't want to eat with me?"

"I do." I think I sounded too eager.

"Let's sit here. I like to go to the Library when I am done eating. I don't eat meat, but I don't think these hamburgers have any meat in them."

"Yea, that is why I load them up with so much relish and catsup."

"So, what music do you like?"

This one is easy. "Neil Young, The Stones, The Who— The list goes on."

"You like Joni Mitchell?"

"Yes, Joni Mitchell is great." What did she have out in 72? "She wrote the song Woodstock, the one that CSNY sang."

"I think that Blue is one of the greatest albums made."

Ok, Blue was out by then. "I hear Blue is a great album."

"You haven't heard it?"

"Just parts."

"You'll have to come over and listen then."

A girl is asking me over to her house. That never happened when I was in High School. I know I am dreaming. I better answer. "Yes." A little too high pitched. "I would love to." Was I too eager?

"Ok, we can meet out front after school. Oh that is the bell. We better get to class. I hear that they are going to cook Rattlesnake today. Are you going to try it?"

"Uh, I don't know." I remember that, I didn't eat it then. Maybe I will this time.

I wonder if she will show up. I better not leave. Oh, no there is Dave.

"Hey dude, where were you at lunch? We were supposed to meet at Linda's house. We had to smoke the Columbian without you."

Oh, there is Julie. "Uh, I met a girl."

"No you didn't. You're lying."

"Hi Julie."

"Hi Steve. Who is your friend?"

"This is Dave. Dave Julie, Julie Dave."

"Uh, Hi Julie." Hey don't grab me. "Who is Julie?"

"This is Julie. I'm going to go over to her house."

"Uh, Ok, Well more for me. Later dude."

"Later."

"More for him?"

"Nothing, he's an idiot."

"And you hang out with him?"

"Well, I think I used to?"

"Ok, ready to go?"

"Sure, uh, you want to get a coffee or something?"

"Coffee?

"Or something."

"Sure."

"It's my turn to treat." How much is a coffee, or a coke? I hope 2 dollars is enough. "We can go to the Winchell's^®"

"Sure, Winchell's^® sounds fine."

Let's see, Oh the prices are great. I can get a lot for 2 dollars. "What do you want?"

"I'll have a small coke."

Wow, small and large. None of this Tall (for small) Grande (for medium) and Vente (for large). "Ok, small coke and a Coffee." Wow, one size for coffee, and real cream, not powder.

"So, you like anything other than music and Joni Mitchell?"

"Yes, I love to read, stories and poetry. I have a lot of books at home that I can show you."

"That sounds cool. Is your house far?"

"No, we practically passed it on the way here. Come on let's go."

I remember walking these streets when I was, uh the age I am now. This is so confusing. Nice house.

"Hi Mom, I'm taking a friend upstairs."

"Let's have a look at that friend."

"Hello, young man, and what is your name?"

"Uh..."

"Nice name, do you have another."

"Steve Ryan, Ma'am.'

"You may call me Sandy.'

"Steve, Sandy Ma'am."

"Just Sandy, unless your name is 'Steve Sandy Ma'am.'

"No, Ma'am, just Steve."

"Sandy."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Going up, Mom."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Cool, thanks Mom." Did her Mom hear that? "She heard, me." Did she hear me?

Girl's bedroom. why am I nervous in a girl's bedroom? I'm not 17 anymore - or am I? Sheesh.

"Take a look at my library. See if there is anything you like."

Nice books. Andre Norton. Cool, a girl who like Sci-Fi.

"Here is the Album. Isn't she pretty?"

"I think so, but I think some would differ."

"Besides, she has a great voice, and is a clever lyricist.

"Here is the Album. Isn't she pretty?"

"I think so, but I think some would differ."

"Besides, she has a great voice, and is a clever lyricist - and she is very pretty."

"I'm not disputing it. Put it on." Wow, a turntable. Cool, I haven't seen one of those in a long time. "I haven't heard the first song. It's nice."

"Julie, I'm going to vote. You want to come?"

"I think she means to say that she's leaving and she doesn't want us to be here alone. But I want to go anyway. You wanna come?"

"Sure." What election? Oh wait this is '72. "Who are you interested in?"

"I don't want to see Nixon go another term."

"Me neither."

"Hi kids, too bad you can't vote. Next year. Steve, how old are you?"

"I'm 17." That's right.

"Well, too bad you can't vote. This will be the first Presidential election that 18 year olds can vote."

"I really wish I could vote. If I could I would vote for McGovern." I really would have, even before I knew about Nixon and Watergate.

You two sit here.

"This is exciting." She is holding my hand.

"Yes it is." In more ways than one.

"Ok you two let's get back. I hope that we can get a new president. Steve, do you want to stay over for dinner." Why is Julie giggling?

"Sure."

"Ok, you need to call your parents then." What, am I five?

"Oh, I don't need to call them." I really didn't.

"It is the polite thing to do."

"You better do it, she won't let up."

"Ok, I'll do it."

Uh, what was my number? I think I remember it. Wow, that is my sister. That's right, she isn't married yet. "Uh, is Dad there? No? Could you tell him that I'm eating at a friends? I l know, but tell him anyway. She didn't believe I was asking. My parents just want me in by 10:00 on a weekday. They don't expect a phone call."

"Well, it is the right thing to do."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Sandy.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Let's finish the album. Maybe I can convince Mom to bring us to the record store. Daddy is going to freak when he sees you."

"Really?

"Yea, he doesn't like guys to have long hair."

"Really?" I have long hair, Oh yea, I do.

"That's Ok, Mommy likes you, so she won't let him say anything too bad."

"That album was nice, do you have anything else?"

"We need to turn it over to hear the 2nd side."

"Yea, ok." That's right, albums have two sides. "Did you know that Joni Mitchell started out playing in Toronto, and knew Neil Young when he was playing Folk Music in Toronto? Oh, and they both had Polio. She is also a painter, and she considers herself a painter who sings "

"I didn't know that. How do you know all that?"

"I'm a fan of Neil Young. I've also read it in Rolling Stone."

"Ok, I guess I ought to read Rolling Stone. "

"Kids, dinner."

"You know, I think Daddy will take you better if you tie your hair back. Here take this hair band. Don't worry, it is not frilly. Let me take your glasses."

She's kissing my eye. "Hey."

"You have pretty eyes. There, your hair looks good."

"You can sit here, next to Julie."

"Where is Daddy?"

"He is in the bathroom, he'll be right here."

"Hi, Julie. Who is your girlfriend?"

"Daddy! Be nice."

"Boys with long hair, girls wearing jeans, how do you tell the difference?"

"Oh I can tell."

"Julie, you don't talk about that."

"Why not, guys talk about sex and everyone thinks it's ok, but a girl can't talk about sex."

"It's unseemly for a girl to speak that way. Don't you agree with me, Uh, what is your name?"

"Steve." Why does he have to ask me? "I think it is rude for guys to talk about a girl as a sex object, so girls should be the same way, all things being equal."

"So, you believe in the Equal Rights Amendment?"

"It shouldn't be necessary, but if it forces men to respect women as equals I agree with it."

"Well, the boy has balls."

"Daddy!" Did she smile at me?

"Andrew, did you vote today?"

"Yes, I did. Did you vote? I hoped you voted right. That McGovern will ruin the country. I hope Nixon wins." Who ruined the country.

"Yes, I voted, and I voted for McGovern."

"Jennifer! How could you?"

"He's a good man. He will get us out of the War."

"This isn't a war, not a real war. Nixon will get us out of the war."

"And why didn't he get us out in the four years he already had in office?"

"Steve, you're a man, a young man. I hope you're no peacenik. What do you think?"

"If I could have voted, and I wish I could have voted, I would have voted for McGovern. If more of the youth would vote McGovern would win this election. This is the first time that 18 year olds could vote. I wish I could have voted."

"The boy has a voice."

"A second ago you said he was a man."

"He's a boy if he wants to vote for McGovern. Boys and women will vote for McGovern. He is only interested in McGovern because you are interested in McGovern."

"Daddy!" She's looking at me.

"Just because I like your daughter doesn't mean that I'm not going to speak my own mind. And this war is a real war. Young men have died because old men are leading them from the rear."

"Are you saying that war is wrong?"

"All war is wrong."

"So you are saying that America was wrong for fighting Germany and Japan?"

"I didn't say that. My Father fought the Japanese in World War Two, He wasn't wrong. All wars start because of wrong thinking,"

"And we should have rolled over and surrendered?"

"No, we shouldn't have, but look who suffered. Young men die because old men are greedy and evil. Young men don't come back to their Mothers and Wives and children. Those who do come back come back wounded, if not physically mentally and emotionally."

"And are you afraid to die for your country?"

"I am willing to die for my country, for my family. I am unwilling to kill."

"So you're a pacifist?"

"A pacifist who loves his country. I would go to Vietnam to serve my country. I would go to heal and to save men, but never to kill. A pacifist is a real man if he is willing to go into to battle to save a life."

"So, what do you want to be, a doctor or a priest?

"I am a poet; I want to teach people the truth. I want to teach people about love and mercy."

"Uh, Daddy. I think we have had enough arguing."

"Arguing is not wrong. Your friend can hold his own in an argument. I'm going to turn on the news, see how the election is coming."

"Daddy isn't all that bad. He's wrong about many things, but I still love him. Let's go finish listening to the record." She is holding my hand. "Mommy, can we go to the record store? I want to buy a new album. Joni Mitchell has a new album."

"It's getting late."

"Tomorrow?"

"We'll see."

"Come on let's go upstairs."

"You two keep that door open."

"Yes Daddy."

I think I like her family. Where did all that arguing come out of me? I guess I just feel passionate about the subject. I think I impressed her Father though.

"Let's start the record from side one."

"Kid's we need to get Steve home. It's 9:00."

"I don't have to be home 'til 10:00." Wow, I'm not used to having a curfew.

"Well, it's still time."

"I can walk him home."

"Where does he live?"

"I live by the cemetery."

"That's too far for you to walk at this time of night."

"Mom, I'm not a baby."

"I can walk home by myself." I'll whisper to Julie. "But I'd rather walk with you."

"No, I can give you a drive, and Julie, you can come."

"Can you take us tomorrow to get the album?"

"I'll think about it."

"She will."

"Will you three stop yelling?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"I guess we ought to go."

It's funny, riding in the back seat with a girl. I feel like a kid.

"See you tomorrow."

"Yea, in cooking class, or before."

If I wake up here. I wonder if I will wake up in 1972, or back in 2008, or—

Dad? Wow. "Hi Dad."

"Huh. Yes, hi. I guess."

"Uh, how are you doing?"

"Fine.?"

"What are you watching?"

"Just the news. Nothing else is on."

"How is the election going?"

"Nixon is winning. It looks like he is going to win almost every state."

"Wow, that sucks." Not that it was going to be any different.

"You wanted McGovern?"

"Yes, and I didn't want Nixon."

"Well, we are going to have Nixon the next four years."

"Or so."

"What?"

"See you in the morning. This is too depressing."

Wow, I remember that clock. AM radio, let's see what's on. Sounds like Top 40, yea KHJ. Those stations were pretty good then. Well, noise to go to sleep with.

"Hi, Julie. Ready to go to the record store?"

"Yea, let's see if Mommy can give us a ride."

Wow, she's holding my hand again. I never know what a girl is saying when she does that. I'm sure she's just being nice. Never understood the whole dating.girlfriend.going-steady thing. Oh well, I'll just enjoy the friendship.

"Mommy, Mommy." I love the Mommy thing. "She might not be home. You hungry?"

Food, food sound good. "Yea, I guess."

"Let's see, there is some frozen tamales, peanut butter, pickles."

"So, how about spreading some peanut butter on the frozen tamales with sliced pickles on top?"

"Silly, you have to cook the tamales first. Let's have the tamales."

So, where is the microwave? Wait, good thing I didn't say that out loud. The only one I knew then who had a microwave was my aunt.

"I'll put it in the toaster oven. It will take a little while. You don't mind sharing."

"No problem."

"You play basketball; We have a hoop out back."

Wow, a girl who likes to play hoops. "Sure."

"You don't say much, do you?"

"Meh, I have my moments."

"So what will get you going? H."

"I guess if you get me talking about something I am interested in. I guess I need to feel comfortable with someone. H."

"I'm not sure how to take that. O."

"Nothing, it takes me a while to feel comfortable enough to talk to someone, but once I do you have to shut me up. You have a head start on most people."

"What about your friends?"

"I guess I just hang out with them to get high." I suppose there is a little more, but not much.

"So, you like to get high?"

"Not so much. Well not so much anymore." It's true.

"You're not messing with me are you? I don't like it when people mess with my head. R."

"No, I am getting bored with all that."

"So you don't think it is wrong, you know, to get high?"

"Well, it's illegal, but I think that whole thing about making drug use illegal is kind of backwards. Except for those who do it just because their friends are doing it, a lot of people take drugs for some pretty serious reasons."

"So, why do you do it?"

"I guess it helps to deal with the depression."

"Why are you depressed? S."

"If I knew that I probably wouldn't need the drugs. O."

"You need drugs?"

"How did you do the ‘R'?"

"Over the shoulder."

"Oh, a Kareem hook."

"Yea."

"You need drugs?"

"You won't let it go."

"Nope."

"Drugs don't solve a problem, they mask them. I'm going to deal with the depression without drugs."

Do you think you can? S."

Man, she's killing me. "Yes."

"You think having a girlfriend will do it?"

"No, meeting you was totally serendipity. R."

"Serendipity?"

"An accidental discovery of wonder. S."

"Is that Webster?"

"No, that definition is all me. Hey, don't do the girl thing."

"What's that?"

"Don't let me win so my ego remains intact."

"Ha, I'm trying to make the last shot so hard you can't finish."

"So you have a mean streak in you. You know I can now beat you with an easy shot?"

"Ha!"

"You think I can't?"

"You want to be my girlfriend?"

"You asking me to go out with you?"

"Is that the same thing?"

"You don't know?"

"No, and no. I mean it's not that I don't want to go out with you, but I think the whole going steady.going-out thing is bullshit."

"Kinda crude."

"Sorry, but I feel passionate about it. I mean, it's not like I don't want to hold your hand (I do) or kiss you (I do, but that is pretty intimate, don't you think?), and I meant no also because I don't know the difference, or if there is, between going out and going steady, or what a girl means when she holds your hand or kisses you." She kissed me, on the lips. "Now I'm totally confused."

"What? What do you think the kiss meant?"

"I have no idea."

"I like the way you think."

"So it doesn't mean you want to be my girlfriend?"

"No, but are you going to go around kissing any other girls?"

"Ha, who, me? You're kidding. I've never kissed a girl." Not then.

"What was that?"

"Well, you kissed me. But what I meant was that I never kissed a girl before this, and I didn't really kiss back."

"You want to?"

"What?" What, what? "Well yea."

"Mommy."

Did I avoid something I didn't want to do, or— Man, that was such bad timing.

"Mommy, can you take us to The Wherehouse?"

"Can I? Am I able?"

"Yes, you are. And you know what I mean."

"So say it right."

"Can is perfectly acceptable if both parties know what is meant in the communication."

"I swear, you are going to be a lawyer some day."

"So, what is the answer to my question?"

"Well, I can."

"You are so stubborn."

"I guess I will. What were you two doing?"

"Ahhhhh, the tamales."

"What?"

"She had tamales in the toaster oven."

"They're Ok."

"You don't need to yell."

"Yes I do. And you're yelling."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are." Quieter, to me. "What will the neighbors think?"

"I don't care. You want to come in and have the tamales?"

"Sure."

"I care."

"So, you know the name of the album?"

"Not sure."

"You two hurry up. I need to get back to make dinner. Are you both eating out of the same dish?"

"Well, when we're done we can just clean the forks and toss the aluminum."

"Well, if you two can stop giggling and finish eating then we can go. I'll be waiting in the car."

"So, where is this store?"

"Montclair."

"Where in Montclair?"

"Drive to Indian Hill and go South."

"Ok, then maybe give me a clue before we get too close. Are you two holding hands? You're giggling again. What are you giggling about?"

"Nothing, turn here."

Wow, a record store. I remember this store. All the records in their shipping boxes. "Did you find it yet?"

"Not yet, you can't just go straight to the record, you have to graze a little."

"Too true." Let's see what did I not have in '72? You know, I wasn't into Bowie then. Bowie, Bowie. There they are, ‘Ziggy', ‘Hunky Dory', ‘Man Who Sold the World'. ‘Hunky Dory', I still like that one the best.

"Come on kids, don't take all day."

"Here it is, it's called ‘For the Roses‘."

"Hey, look Joni Mitchell is in concert next week, at The Troubadour."

"Cool, Mommy."

She is so excited. "How did you talk her into the tickets?"

"She is coming."

"What, so we don't make out?"

As if. We could make out any time."

"Ok, Uh, when is the concert?"

"She got the tickets for Friday, the 17th. Mom, We need to go home."

Did she wink?

Wow.

"You going to stare at that all day?"

"It's been a while."

"A while for what."

"A while for this." Wow that is the coolest thing.

"What, opening a record?"

"Sliding my thumbnail along the plastic to open the Album."

"You are so weird, you act as if it has been years."

Thirty years, or so. "Put it on."

"Oh, yea, my record. Then we can put on yours. Who is the girl on the cover?"

"The girl is him. "

"Ok, he is weirder than you. Will I like it?"

"I hope so, Bowie is strange, but he is totally unique."

"I hope that's good. Come sit down."

On the bed? "Ok." I don't think I've heard this song. I guess it will be listening for the first time.

"I can't wait for the concert."

"Me too"