I had brunch today with an old college friend whom I haven't seen in a dozen years. And as we stood in line giving each other the abridged version of our lives post-college, I pulled out a CD from my bag that I had borrowed from her in 1995.
We had a good laugh about it, and she had always wondered what happened to it--not remembering whom she had lent it to. What happened to it was that I liked it. A lot. So, I listened to it over and over again throughout our senior year. And then, in 1996 when we graduated and went our separate ways, that CD got swept up in my own collection and made its way back to Connecticut with me. Intentional or not, I cannot remember, but I never forgot whom I borrowed it from. I knew our paths would cross again sometime, so I just held onto it. Sure I could have sent it, but the look on her face, all these years later, was priceless.
Better late than never, right? At least CD technology is still around . . .
(The coveted CD: The Angel in the House by Jonatha Brooke's old duo, The Story.)
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