Change did not exist in 1973. The people and things I cherished would last forever, as is, without alteration. Time stretched infinitely into the distance, a conveyor belt to nowhere, carrying our faces, mom’s milkshakes, dad’s store, my orange chopper and blue sparkle drums, and all those “feel good” tunes playing continuously on big sister’s turntable – our endless theme for 1973.
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Notes from David 