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Saturday, April 16, 2016

Look Who's Burnin' Doing the Neutron Dance

It is a rare occurrence when I cross paths with my wife during a lunch break. The other day, like all of the moons lining up around Jupiter, she showed up at home as I was finishing up a yesterday's leftovers sandwich. When we have the opportunity to actually talk to each other without someone else repeatedly shouting, "Mama, mama, mama, mama," sometimes we catch up with each other in the hot tub. Believe it or not, you can say, "Would you like to... (and insert just about any word)... in the hot tub?" My answer is almost 100% of the time going to be yes whether it is: do you want to go over our tax statements or drink a glass of wine in the hot tub? So when Kim asked me at lunch time, of course I said yes.

This time the question was a little bit different, "Aren't you going to ask me why I carried up that old box of cassette tapes?" Kim asked. I had been floating on my back, daydreaming as I gazed at the cotton ball clouds. Sitting myself up I stared at her, clueless about the conversation we were having.

"What?" I responded.

"The tapes," She smiled, "Didn't you wonder why I carried them up from the basement?"

"Umm," was all I could say. In truth, I hadn't even noticed... maybe I'm not as astute as I pride myself to be.

"I've been reading this book and the main character has this old Trans Am," Kim's eyes became illuminated as she told the story. "His old car has a tape deck so he gets out his high school tapes when he takes the car out for a ride. It's totally awesome. After I read the story I thought about our truck having a tape deck and decided to dig my old cassette tapes out from under the spare bed downstairs." You could tell by the excited look on her face that she was just thrilled with the idea.

"Yeah, that's cool," I said, trying to sound more enthused than I really was. "Which ones did you bring up?"

Because we were raised in different parts of the country, Kim and I had very different tastes in music during our high school years. I was a complete alterna-chick, listening to Kate Bush, The Dead Milkmen, and Cure. Kim was raised in a suburb of Chicago and was totally into the pop side of rhythm and blues, something I showed very little interest in.

"Well I brought up Klymaxx, Guy, Ralph Tresvant from New Edition," she looked up and I was laughing hysterically. "I also have Price, The Time, and The Pointer Sisters!" You could tell that she couldn't wait to jump in the truck and start singing at the top of her lungs. "What?"

"It's just so funny, I never had any of those tapes even though we were in high school at the same time," I laughed.

"Maybe I just had better taste in music," Kim said as she went on to discuss another subject.

My lunch break was finally over and I had to make my way back to the office. I couldn't help but laugh as I thought of what the two of us were doing at that same exact moment: I was heading back to work to help heal the world from the inside out, Kim, on the other hand was riding around doing the Neutron Dance!