Triggers and Treasures - The Strange Power of Memory
The things that take you back can also take you down.
Last week, I was driving back from errands with one of the kids when Three Little Birds came on. Love that song.
And for a moment, I was back in Puerto Rico.
Several years ago, the Balkan Storm and I were sitting at this little poolside cantina when the sky went from bright and perfect to shit's about to get real in about thirty seconds.
I learned that's normal there.
So we grabbed a deck of cards and started a game of rummy as the rain fell. And then the storm actually hit.
Chairs and umbrellas started hurtling past us into the pool, thunder boomed, and the rain wasn't falling so much as attacking us.
But the bartender nonchalantly walked around pulling down flimsy little window shades, and turned up Three Little Birds to try and drown out the storm.
The entire cantina, soaked and laughing like lunatics, sang along at the top of our lungs while everything around us was just going completely berserk.
It was perfect.
