Summer of 93

Songs are like time capsules.
You hear it....during a stage in your life...
And then you can re-visit that time by listening to the song..
I don’t know about you..but it really works for me..
The mood..sights..sounds..smells..it all comes back..with the melody..



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I recently heard one such song..and it had me traveling back to a great time in my life and the world..
The summer of 1993.
Ahhh
The early 90s were a hopeful time..
Carefree..
Communism was dead..
Barriers were falling..
Peace was in the air..
East..West..Europe..Israel..South Africa..

I found myself in Europe that summer..backpacking with friends of mine..
Hopping trains..hitching rides..
Back then you could bypass a line of 300 cars at a border crossing with a pack of Marlboro..
Back then Americans were heroes..
Wherever you looked...
The wind of change was blowing..
There I am..peering out of a dirty window of a sputtering Russian car..the stench of cheap gas and even cheaper cigarettes...at Communist slogans and signs coming down..
Faces softening up..
And always..that song..
That song that celebrates a short lived optimism...
When the most pressing issue was the nature of the Presidents underwear..
When the Ace of Base ruled the European airwaves..
(for those that don't recall..)

But most of all it celebrates a summer of my life..that I will never forget..
A carefree month..getting to know the world..and myself..

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change...


Oh..and by the way..this is what the Internet was like back then...

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