Some photos
My biological father, home on leave from Viet Nam in 1965. He's the one leaning against the trailer, wearing glasses and smoking a cigarette. He's 20 years old.
Here he is in 1973 on Midway Island, after a stint in rehab but before the Fall of Saigon:
And here's a YouTube video of a song that was at the top of the charts the summer we first met -- it played on the radio everywhere we went in the Nevada desert. It became our song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFObRusJt24
Here he is in 1973 on Midway Island, after a stint in rehab but before the Fall of Saigon:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFObRusJt24
So you must have met him during the summer of '89. How well I remember that song... have some great memories associated with it, too.
Difficult to see him in the top photo, but from the lower photo it's easy to see that your Dad was a very good looking guy. Memories are priceless.
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Yes, we met in the summer of 89. What a song, wasn't it? So hypnotic. So 80s. For us, it was a recipe for disaster -- always my favorite recipe, it seems.
Thank you. He was a complicated person, but a really, really good man and so incredibly smart & funny.
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You know I find it so interesting that you remember the song so well. I was thinking about that when I woke up this morning. Most of the people I know don't remember that song at all & it was such a huge song for me.
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I know what you mean... I'm not sure how people can forget a song that was so popular. Not only did I love the British music of the 80's in general, but that particular song was incredible... the music itself was totally sensual, regardless of the actual words. And it became one of those songs I couldn't forget if I wanted to because it was associated with a really exciting, wild, and special relationship. We just loved it. (and I didn't even have brown hair, but at least it was long !) When I hear or even think of that song I get a stream of vignettes of our relationship very pleasantly playing across the screen in my head... including all those times I did my 'interpretive dance' for him as the song played. (he liked my interpretive dancing, and that's all I'm saying about that !!) And needless to say, I've been hearing it on 'continuous loop' in my mind since reading your entry.
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I'm guessing that by "interpretive dance" you're not talking "Martha Graham" here??? So funny!
Worlds are interesting, aren't they? We can have the same soundtracks but be watching entirely different movies (in our heads). I'm guessing that we all do occupy the same physical space (I'm "guessing" b/c I can't occupy all of physical space at the same time, regardless of how much weight I'm gaining), and yet personal reality feels like its own separate planet, doesn't it? Yet there are always these underlying hints that all our planets are coming from the same place. (Am I the only person who finds this idea really distracting?)
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