Here’s a story that some find quite humorous, not like ha ha, but funny because it’s not funny. Be prepared to travel through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead – your next stop, the Twilight Zone!
At 17 I prepared to embark on, as only a teenager can experience, another boring night of excitement. In a fresh unexplored world, we cruised the night to the high fidelity sounds of what was to become Classic Rock.
Using Windex aerosol foam, I polished the car windows clear as glass. Externally, my new yellow Torino was ready to roll. Inside the cockpit I ran through the final checklist. Gum for Sweet Mom, Pic coils for mosquitoes and thirteen bulky 8-track tapes were all accounted for. But wait! Something was amiss.
I had hand picked thirteen 8-track tapes to provide the proper background music to suit my travels. With one in the tape player and the others in a leather bound case, I knew the set intimately. As I stated, something was amiss!
Thirteen tapes were there, but one was missing. Not only was one missing, but there was not a new one to take its place. I knew very well which album was absent and also every other one in the collection. This made no sense at all!
The influence this incident has had on me cannot be overstated. At the age of 17, I learned that things don’t have to make sense.