Today I got a YouTube alert which began: Two years ago, The Beatles released. Well, The Beatles broke up when I was a teenager. In a real sense, they didn’t release a Corn Flake on which Lennon once sat two years ago.
Triad (which are no more) somehow permeated last night’s dreams. I was trying to get in touch with one fellow alum whom I’ve invited to furnish a piece for the Henning Ensemble. In the dream I explicitly reflected that there was a time in my life when I would get together with 8-12 superb colleagues once a week for ten weeks, twice a year. And I was in a conversion with two alums (one of whom—not to fall into the trap of “fact-checking” a dream—was not an alum.) Then, as if to underscore how the overall theme was The Dead Past, I was supposedly back at the office, asking a co-worker for a ride home since it was raining and I somehow did not have boots.
Then, out of the apparent Blue, this morning I found that Scott had sent me this old High School paper.
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