3.28.79

Driving on Rt. 322 in my Dodge hearing news of the evacuation of the area around Three Mile Island.

Could be a blur of memory but I’m recalling an incredibly sci-fi sunset and thinking that the inevitabile nuclear disaster was happening. For baby boomers, it loomed over us our whole lives after being terrified of ‘the bomb’.

3.28.09

Headed for the 17th annual Shut Up & Dance benefit for MANNA and flashing back to the very first one, a modest event at the old burlesque house, The Troc, literally sliding there with Jack and Liz Jordan in the middle of a January ice storm. I found out later that all the pipes froze in the theater that night, no makeup and no heat, and the dancers were freezing on that delapidated stage where so many legends were born.