Date:   6/29/2009 8:31:45 PM ( 15 y ago)
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Oh man. When I was a kid, after school, and this was on the Carlisle Barracks military post, I'd get home from school, beg a quarter from my mom, traipse across these athletic fields to a little coffee and soda shop of all automated machines, buy an ice cream sandwich for a dime, and throw the remaining nickels into a music thing and listen to Motown. It was magical. All of them. Diana, Aretha, Etta, Smokey. Everyone. I didn't understand anything about music, but I knew it got inside my bones. Terrifically fond memories of that daily routine, almost always by myself.

Couple of useless side notes.

I had no idea the athletic fields I played on everyday, and walked across to this little hole in the wall, which were also out my front door, where were Jim Thorpe came to prominence. Dangit, wish I was more aware as a kid. Same applies to today I suppose too, sigh.

And, my sweetie opened for Roy Orbison back when, before I knew her.
 

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