Reply #124: Isn't it amazing the way a song can evoke such strong memories...

[fudge stripe cookays]

of a terrible time and place?

My dad died the morning of April 1, 1980. I spent much of the day calling relatives for my mom. I was 13. There are people who still tell me of the phone call they got from me, and for the life of me I do not remember calling them. I was still in shock.

The first vivid memory I have of that day is going to get dinner with my cousin who had come over. We needed something relatively large for everyone who kept coming by, so we went to Church's chicken to get a big box of chicken for everyone.

We heard "Too Hot" by Kool and the Gang in the car on the way home, and I always cry when I hear it. Stupid song.