Time, life moves forward, I perceive it as linear. We can look back, the recent visit to my home town, reminded me of the first time I heard this song. In the high school gym, with Franko coordinating a slideshow of high school life to it. My job was to watch for the cue, and drop the needle on the 33 rpm record for the start of the show, and to be there at the end to stop the music. That was nearly 50 years ago. My middle brother is going to Michigan for his 50th High School reunion this fall. I am only a few years behind him. Franko was a couple of years ahead of me. He worked a photojournalist for a couple of decades, until the local newspaper industry died. He now manages the meat department in a supermarket, rides long distances on his bike, and adores his family. He is, a brilliant photographer, who had better taste in music than I did.