Memory #3

One of my favorite spring nites in Iowa was when I was 21. I walked over to my friend Mike's house and we sat on his front porch for hours. Talking and listening to music. Not to mention the whole bottle of wine I downed throughout the evening. It was the first time I heard this band and of course I was mesmerized. After the third or fourth glass of wine the street lights dimmed to the sweetest glow and I'm pretty sure lightning bugs buzzed around us. Don't remember much about our conversation but I'm sure it was lovely and all kinds of good. On my walk home, I sent my first text message. It said 'Mmmmmmmmmmm'.