This one woke me from my nap today as it rolled around on John Fogerty Spotify https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqYiHkx7ils. For me, it dates to my University of Chicago years (’75-9), particularly the first. I think it was the break up song for me and Mary Ann, a tall, buxom, sassy, social work student from New Hyde Park on Long Island. She was the spitting image of Bonnie Raitt – not a bad look – and was all I could handle. I took her to a concert at U of C featuring Ms. Raitt. There was no confrontation, but the glances back and forth were confirming. That first year, they’d parked a bunch of us in the Shoreland Hotel, near the lake but far from campus, which to that point was mainly a retiree’s residence. Hence my quote of Dylan about “the old folks’ home in the college”. There we were, a bunch of bright kids from all over facing promising careers provided we could negotiate a grueling U of C education. I just remember how much fun we managed to have. Those were the first days of Saturday Night Live and Monty Python, and we never missed an episode. It was also the time Michigan played for a national championship against the Hoosiers, and I still remember the game. Somehow, this all comes back to me every time I hear this Jackson Browne song. I’ve alluded before how much I appreciate Mr. Browne for keeping me in touch with my feelings and keeping things real https://wordpress.com/post/theviewfromharbal.com/1009. Here again he comes through.
Published by rike52
I retired from the Rheumatology division of Michigan Medicine end of June '19 after 36 years there. Upon hitting Ann Arbor for the second time (I went to school here) it took me almost 8 months to meet Kathy, 17 months to buy her a house (on Harbal, where we still live), and 37 months to marry her. Kids never came, but we've been blessed with a crowd of colleagues, friends, neighbors and family that continues to grow. Lots of them are going to show up in this log eventually. Stay tuned. View more posts