Window On Time, Downtown, Missoula, Montana

Thanks to my oldest big brother, 8-track cassettes shall forever in my mind be associated with Donny Osmond’s “Last of the Red Hot Lovers” and a little white Toyota Celica that boasted orange and yellow pin striping. At least that’s the way I remember it from when I was, what, five? This tells you that I have pretty cool big brothers, to even have tolerated me to ride along with them anywhere and partake of such high school coolness. But isn’t it fascinating what memory snapshots the human mind selectively retains? I couldn’t tell you what colour shoes I wore on the first day of school, but I recall the detailing on my brother’s car. And building things with huge red and royal blue cardboard bricks that our kindergarten teacher stashed for indoor playtime. Five…that was a good year.