Saturday, April 23, 2011
Traveling 60 mph in the mountains, my doors opened
Lugubrious or ridiculously sad was the one word that came on the GRE test. I wanted out of government work and set my sails to Ohio State University for graduate school. Alas, I had to wait a whole semester to get into their sports administration major. So I chose James Madison University in Harrisonburg, VA for the same program. That's where I met my roommate Dave Buck who greeted me with "oh, you from the state of Northern Virginia."
I still had my ties in DC and would make the 2.5 hour trek through the gorgeous Blue Ridge Mountains. I had the same trip every time just listening to tunes and motoring along.
So one time, the Tourists (Annie Lennox) were blasting when my doors started opening. How could this be possible? I heard voices. "Hi" and "And I'll get out."
What the hell was happening?
I was looking all over my car and saw no one. And then I heard my great friend Joel's unmistakable voice. "There doesn't seem to be anything on this tape,'' he said.
And then click. The music came back.
My heart beat returned to normal. And then it dawned on me. Those car door openings and voices were on the tape. Joel evidently had borrowed it and pushed record instead of play. I could hear his ex Sara on the tape and one of our old roommates.
I told him about the scary road incident and he flatly denied it. Of course I asked if it was osmosis that got his voice on my tape. I wasn't angry. After the scare, I was glad to have my friends voices on the tape.