The year was 1976 and the stereo still blazed on full blast with the same mind numbing tune I never seemed to admire like others “Love Hurts” by Nazareth.  It was a rainy day in late September and drove over to Jim’s house in my baby blue bug, which clanked down the rocky alley. I still remember it like it was yesterday. I know I shouldn’t live in the past but the thought still influenced my every move, raced into my mind when I thought I’d forgotten. Like a little kid, poking me reminding me to pay him his allowance.  I pulled into the driveway and unlocked Jim’s front door.

“I’m home honey!”  I yelled.  No answer.  “Hello?  Jim?  I’m home!”  Still no answer.  That’s when I started to get scared, I began racing around the house calling his name.  “Jim! Jim?”  The moment still replays in my head like a movie. That horrifying moment… “Jim?”