From the attic of random memories
One year back in high school – 1989, me thinks? – I did a theme gifts for a handful of close friends. I distributed cassette tape singles of songs that reminded of that person. (And yes, I know this is cheesier than Lambeau Field, but please note I said “high school”)
To this day I remember a handful of the songs. To one female friend, a longtime subject of my unrequited love, I gave this. To a hip male bud who sweated enthusiasm, I gave this. And so it went.
To another dear friend, and a dear friend is what she was and continues to be, I gave the gift of Dino. It fit her. This dear friend seemed always to be chirpy, smiling through the halls as if mandatory. Her attitude was more contagious than a giggle. When I think of the people from back in the day who made me who I am, she’s in the top 5.
I have no idea if she remembers my random holiday gift, but I do. It popped in my head this morning when I saw it was her birthday. I hope she gets a giggle out of this.
Happy birthday, Christie. Keep beaming.
(As an aside, a couple years ago a friend introduced me to iTunes. He bragged it contained every song you could think of. My immediate challenge? Anything by Dino. Sigh. Apple is so overrated.)