
This weekend I heard an almost-forgotten chestnut, Night Ranger's
"Sentimental Street", on a rerun of an old Casey Kasem
American Top 40 countdown. I've got no great intellectual observations to offer about it or them; I just sometimes miss how simple life seemed in 1985, when I could listen to a four-hour countdown without other demands on my day, when I could actually dwell on sentimentally missing someone instead of always moving forward and trying to keep up with things. I feel like I don't get to look backward much anymore.
And I've been thinking that Sentimental Street, or anyplace else in the Avenues of SF, would be a pretty nice place to be right now while I endure another East Coast heat wave.
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