No, not the scent of madeleines when passing by a bakery, but a song that a Voice contestant is singing. I'm at the computer in the kitchen and not watching. She's singing "Yesterday,"a particularly slow, mournful dragged-out version, and, without warning, I'm back in time.
We're at the Lion's Den in Troy, a onetime nightclub located then in proximity to Verdile's Restaurant. We're at a table, drinking and dancing. (The time was long, long ago.) There is a live band, and then a female vocalist took the stage, singing a mournful ballad. It may well have been "Yesterday."
Dorothy and Dave, party animals both, were into something a little more up-tempo. Almost simultaneously they each stood up and started digging with imaginary shovels, while calling out, "Ker-chunk!" in the mode of bury-me-now. Of course, laughing as they pantomimed the digging. Gus and I just watched. The club was crowded, nobody noticed, or if they did, they didn't kick us out. But I have to say there were other occasions when "our group" was asked to leave, or else told not to come back. Never because of me, honestly.
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