I drove to SnS today to see if they had restocked Van's Waffles. They were still completely out so I drove to Mechanicville Price Chopper. They had none, nor any other gluten-free waffles. Alas! On the way home the car radio plays a song I hadn't heard or thought of in years---Hang On Sloopy.
I instantly recall one of the first times I heard this song. Barbara and I had gone to Cape Cod on a brief vacation. The trip was pleasant enough, but memorable only because we both almost died at one point. If memory serves, we had gone all the way to the end of the road to Truro, quite a deserted area at the time. We saw a lighthouse and parked near there. The lighthouse appeared to be abandoned, or at least it was unmanned. We decided to walk from there to the ocean, actually more of a descent than a walk. The day was hot and dry, and it seems strange now, but back then people rarely carried water or anything with them. When we went to return to the car, the climb up the hill seemed unending and absolute torture, almost straight upwards and in the extreme heat. Afterwards we both said we realized we could have passed out there and maybe have been found dead. But we were young and healthy, and so suffered no harm to our health.
At vacation's end, on our return trip home, in Barbara's Mustang convertible I think, the latest popular song repeated several times on the radio. Barbara was singing along, "Hang On, Snoopy." If you listen to the lyrics, that does sound like what was sung.
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