In the summer of 1969 I was 12, visiting Minneapolis with my parents. Suddenly got very sick in a downtown department store, was hospitalized. The staff got the Twins to send over an 8 x 10 signed glossy of Rod’s teammate Bob Allison. I’d rather have had Rod but I was thrilled, nonetheless.
Now that I'm thinking about it, a memory comes back of laying in my hospital bed in Minneapolis listening to Top 40 Radio, In the Year 2525. I was sick, but that's a happy memory. That's what I was talking about in class yesterday, the delight of old memories unexpectedly revisited.
Funny how the mind works.
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