Flash Before My Eyes
Sometimes I think I'm about to die. You always hear about your life flashing before your eyes. That happens to me from time to time. I'll be sitting at my desk or walking Mesa and all of a sudden I will get this flood of images from 40 years ago. Usually they are not traumatic events, just some mundane event that happened in my childhood. Most times the images fade just as quickly, but sometimes they will stick with me for a little while. It makes me stop and think, "Now why the fuck did I just think about that?!? That happened 40 years ago!" It's especially bad if it strikes in the middle of the night because the memory can more easily be stuck in the conscious portion of the brain, and I'll end up thinking about the event over and over again. If it was a bad event, then the whole thing starts replaying and I get regrets or I start second-guessing myself even though I was maybe 5 or 6 years old. What the hell did I know back then?!?
So there has been a lot of talk lately about the 40th anniversary of "Sesame Street." The show came out just as I was reaching the age where it would have had a significant impact on me. Every evening I would watch the Big 3 of "Sesame Street," "The Electric Company," and "Zoom!" I think it would both please and piss off my teachers that I did that. On the one paw they knew I was watching educational programing every night. On the other paw they would get pissed when I would spill secrets to the class about the show as they turned on the broadcast the next morning for us which was a repeat from the previous evening.
Thinking about watching the shows then opened the floodgates of other memories of the time. I actually had memories of kindergarten where we listened to radio shows. Radio?!? Holy crap! My! How times have changed! Of course I have very fond memories of listening to the CBS Mystery Theater on drives with my parents as we came home late from parties at my relatives. I know I could probably find them online or on cd, but it would be insignificant. It was one of those things where it was the complete moment that can never be re-created; a boy in the back seat of a '72 Bel Air at 10:30pm listening to a spooky broadcast. OK. Enough nostalgia for today. Gotta keep livin' in the present.