If you've been here a while, you have probably noticed a trend.
Back in the early days of this blog, I spent a good deal more time reflecting on my past. To that tune, I once titled an entry "Nostalgia Machine." That one was from May 2005.
I am currently in the midst of looking back fondly on those initial musings and noting that I didn't even bother to cite the song by Soft Cell of the same title. This is most likely because that pop confection was not released until 2022. This would mean that I arrived at this clever notion nearly two decades before Marc Almond and David Ball decided to revive their one-hit career with an EP some forty years in the making.
See, I remember their cover of "Tainted Love," not like it was yesterday but maybe the day before yesterday. I recall dancing the night away at the under-21 nightclub just off campus in Boulder, waiting for that extended dance remix. That place was called Pogo's. It occupies such a significant part of my hippocampus that I have written not one, not two, but three separate paeans to this little slice of my life. Which is just a little less than I have written about my third grade teacher, Mrs. Pyle but thankfully more than I have written about the birth of my son.
Back in 2005 I was already pretty well ensconced in my op-ed wheelhouse, having suffered through the first four years of President Pinhead and his lust for blood and oil. Things in that arena got a little easier once Barack Obama came along, and my axe got a little dull from lack of grinding. By the time 2016 rolled around, I was pushed back into service for all mankind, documenting the initial Trumpreich, with its renewed sense of fear and loathing.
The break I thought I would be getting on the political beat this past November turned out to be a tightening of the screws and not a respite from stupidity. Heaven knows I have my own litany of stupid stories to tell, so getting a convicted felon for "president" turned out to be overkill.
Which is why you aren't reading as much nostalgia around here as you used to.
Remember when I used to write more about the past?
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Pogo's was a place for all of us back then. I spent less time at Ground Zero because by the end of 1987, I was living and traveling in Europe. I also had a first date with my then-husband at Pogo's, and many more after we met. My marriage did not last, but the memories are wonderful.
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