Two Follow Ups To The Post Below

Remember - I'm not good at memory. I meld things into my own and fill in the blanks as I see fit. So the story below about my bro and Steve racing drunkenly around the amusement park parking lot is replaced by the following, straight from one of the horses' mouths. Thank god it is so much clearer AND safer...Involving an interstate highway full of cars and all; instead of an empty parking lot:

Drunken Bro and Cousin Revisited (as per Bro):

Here's the drinking beer driving part that is really scary and funny all at once. I was driving that old Pinto (funny I wrecked it coming home from work, with nothing illegal in my system). And Steve and I had way too much to drink. I think we went to some drive in out by Independence.

I remember driving back on I-70 while Steve had his leg sticking out the window and he was looking at his foot through the windshield, commenting on it, moving it etc. Absolutely tear up hilarious.

THANKS FOR THAT COMFORTING CLARIFICATION!

And now for the dream Steve sent me:

I told you I have some physical things left from Steve - Pictures, writings. Just things that make me remember him. And I was sitting one evening looking at them; even physically stroking his face. And telling him how much I missed him.

Then I had this memory of him in our basement BLASTING Donna Summer. I can see the album (YES album) cover now. White, Donna in a bright pink dress, and I think an old fashioned radion. And at 10 bazillion decibles "On The Radio".

The next morning I got in the car. The radio was tuned to the easy-ish listening station. Not my usual, but for some reason the evening before Delilah had seemed appealing. (Yick!) So I turn on the radio to dead air. I'm always intriguied by dead air, because I want to see how long it will take one of the jocks to notice...So I left it on. 30 or so seconds later and music came on. And what should it be??!?! YEP:

Donna Summer - On The Radio

(If you are the least bit believing and can stretch the lyrics, look them up.)

Come on! Just how often do you hear Donna Summer? Let alone THAT SONG?

I teared up immediately. And smiled. And said out loud: "Yes, I'm listening! And I love you too!"

Guess he got his point across.

(I promise I'll move on to a new topic soon.)