this will be quick.
so i'm in new york, which isn't where i grew up, but almost. i was born here, and lived in a connecticut suburb most of my life. so i have all these almost-memories floating around my otherwise occupied mind, just below the surface.
you know how that happens?
i'm reminded of trips to new york -- there were many, but not so many that i can't keep track of them all -- which means i'm being reminded of childhood, which i think maybe opens the floodgates to remembering all sorts of things i otherwise forgot.
i'm on the 21st floor. there was just a commotion outside, down below, which doesn't mean anything in new york really. it's just...um, among the hubub, i realized a flute was playing.
why? how? who knows.
but it was. and it was playing when johnny comes marching home. and i don't know if it was the song in general, or that rendition, or that it was being played on a flute, but i was suddenly -- shockingly -- reminded...
we played that song one year when i was in marching band.
i did not ever need to remember that.
but i did. and then just when i was contemplating whether or not my mind was remembering this fact simply because i was in the vicinity of my hometown, just when i was thinking maybe i was just over-familiarizing things here in the northeast, the flute played something else.
it played our high school fight song.
i can't even begin to know what to do with that.