|Finola and Howard|
The music of the Santana song "she's not there" echoes from the dining room. It brings back memories of my teenage years in my home, this house, in Dublin. I really liked that song as a teenager. My mother is playing it on the battered CD player. That is the same CD player that I took back to the Power City store a few weeks ago to junk so I could get a newer one for my aging parents. That was a big mistake. After I triumphantly brought home the new CD player my father kept asking what had happened to the old one.