Post a Comment. About Me Carl Cafarelli View my complete profile. What's a blog? Wait--"five-part trilogy? Originally serialized in five separate chunks, this collects the whole magilla in one big ol' post. They didn't really exist. But they could have. They hadn't seen each other in years. They hadn't spoken. There were no letters exchanged, no words of encouragement or condemnation, no greetings or cards, no congratulations or condolences.
No e-mail. No tweets. No "likes. Goodbye had meant goodbye, and meant it emphatically. Until that night. That night, all of the ensuing decades disappeared, and allowed a specific smile, a smile unseen since And it cast them back to where it all began: They had met in the Spring of , at a Syracuse University nightclub called The Jabberwocky. It was loud.
They were young. It should have been a one-night stand. But, for that fleeting moment of giddy, transcendent belief, both felt it could last forever. For a while, they tried their best to make it so. Their friends had been telling them about The effect this brash rock 'n' roll group had on all of them was visceral, immediate--this was now , an irresistible sound and force that neither disco nor dinosaur could deny.
It was distinctive. It was exciting. And it belonged to them : the fans. They met. They danced. They kissed. They danced some more, and continued dancing into the night, into each other's arms, into the morning after. The one-night stand stretched over the course of subsequent evenings, which became weeks, which became months, which somehow became years. And more!
Hands held. Fists raised. Music turned up as loud as it could go. They toasted each other, and all of their friends: Here's to bright lights that never fade! But, just as the one-night stand seemed poised to become the forever promised in pop songs Friends slipped away.
