One of the blessings of social media is the ability to connect with friends in other countries. Friends who introduced you to Brit alternapop via snail mail letters which were themselves works of art that brightened many dreary Indiana days.
This one’s for you, Mike. (These people used to talk to me!)
Dolores O’Riordan’s death has made me nostalgic so I dug out an old mix tape that could have been titled 1991: The Year I Spent All My Money On Cassettes. Sometimes straight into Perfect Girl on into Personal Jesus and you get the idea.
This month is the 24-year anniversary of when my spouse and I started dating and in a few more months it will be the 26-year anniversary of when we met and became instant friends. We’ve been sharing a home nonstop for almost 18 years and we still have segregated books.
Which is maybe all you need to know about me: I don’t blend. Living every day with a decades-old friend who sees my value is a treasure I never take for granted. Even when I act like an asshole who thinks your books aren’t good enough to share shelf space with mine.
Through all the ups and downs I would always do it again. Because it would probably be a good idea.