Since I first had the technology, the early signs of spring have made me want to drive around with the sunroof open, listening to loud music. It is 55 degrees and sunny here in New England in early March, so today qualified as just such a day. Driving with the sunroof of the minivan open on the way to Target may not be quite the experience I once had, but a girl's got to work with what she has.
It's the kind of day that makes you want to listen to favorites songs you haven't heard in a while, so I was sampling and shuffling my way through my iPod. I started with A-Ha, moved to ABBA, then Adam Ant and Adele, and realized I'd better let the device select the songs before I caused a traffic accident working through them alphabetically. I'm so happy I did.
After a while, "But Anyway" by Blues Traveler came on. It was like a time warp. I was transported back to Duke University on a sunny spring day. That song is like a spring anthem; one spring during college it seemed to blast out the windows of dorm rooms all over the quad, where it seems we loitered constantly (did we even go to class in spring?).
After living in the memory for a while, I tried to determine which spring that was. I haven't checked my facts on this one, but it has to have been the spring of sophomore year, 1991. I feel pretty decisively about this one. Off and on since January of that year, I'd been "hanging out" and "hooking up" with (no one "dated" when I went to college) a guy who was a sometimes friend and sometimes more-than-a-friend. We'd had a special few days together during Duke's annual pilgrimage to Myrtle Beach that May. He'd returned to campus before I did and left for home before I returned from the beach. When I returned to my dorm room, I found a cassette tape copy of the Blues Traveler album in my room (because I think all of West Campus knew where we stashed our key).
Five years later, the Blues Traveler CD from which the cassette was made would be merged with my CD collection. Four years after that, it would be legally half mine. Another four years later, that same Blues Traveler CD would be copied to my computer, put into my iTunes Library and onto my iPod. Another eight years and another few iPods later, that same file would be playing aloud in my minivan on a sunny early March day in New England.
This is why I have to write down the errands I need to run, lest I run off to a sunny day in 1991 in my head and completely forget to buy socks.