Rush, Hell & the Summer of ’81

The stream turned blood orange red that summer. Back in the woods behind the apartment complex where I lived, my friends and I had spent the previous years building small dams, floating things and basically just hanging out.   The stream was a drainage stream, and not long after spring had melted into languorous longer days,…

School Bus Memories

It’s funny how we associate certain songs with certain times in our lives.  There’s a whole batch of songs, that, whenever I hear them take me back to 1982 and riding the school bus to school each day. I was about 14 and the ride was about 20 minutes each way, through the rolling wooded…