a mid-90's song, with the short story that grew out of it.....
(editor's note; This blog and the previous entry, If All My Heroes Are Losers, contain songs. Readers who subscribe to this blog by e-mail should go to Growing Old With Rock & Roll to hear the tunes.)
When I Kissed Teresa
In 1995 a buddy of mine was playing an acoustic gig on a Saturday afternoon at a new cultural arts center in downtown Columbus. It turned out that the center was in the same building as the old Junior Theater Of The Arts. I bet I hadn't stood at the corner of Front & Main in the intervening 25 years. It was still a bus stop. As I put my hand on the bus stop sign the entire weight of the sky fell on me. I could see Teresa's eyes glistening after the kiss. I could taste her. I could feel the ghosts of our 18 year old selves haunting that corner. I pushed it all away, shook it all off and went to my friend's show. It was dusk when I left. The ghosts were waiting for me. I stood with them on that corner for close to an hour, watching the traffic light change from green to red, until it was full dark.