So, when my best friend's father took early retirement, I (naturally?) expected that his father would just be around the house more. I was right, but in a way I could never imagine. Oh, he'd be around the house more, alright. It's just that it would be in a different house, a thousand miles away, by the ocean. Early retirement meant pulling up the family's roots and getting the hell outta Dodge. Oh.
There were no words. I was in shock. In a matter of months, the best friend in my whole life would be gone and there would be this gaping hole where my life had once been. The house would sell early and the moving truck would pull out a week before Christmas. Lucky me! I would have my entire Christmas vacation to mope around the house, trying to piece my life back together again. Yay!
I'll never forget it. The Christmas of '79. Boy, did it suck! But, at least, I had all that wonderful music. And I still do. Some things you never outgrow. Plus, with the music cranked up to eleven, some days it feels like old times, and I'm back in the 70s, and the music will never end.