An airless July 22, and I slumped shyly on the back porch swing, checking out the view and trying to cool off, even as I pondered the exciting writing assignment that awaited me. Lips parched, lumpish throat, ponderous how my subjective bucket list spilleth over.

Breathless, a melodramatic musical undercurrent of tenor and timelessness bubbles up in my belly. I recall July 15, 1983, my very first real-live concert: Air Supply.

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