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Anita Shepherd's avatar

Everyone has a Bruce moment. I used to travel full-time for 20 years and was a Project Manager/Analyst for healthcare computer systems and had to go to Petersburg Alaska for a week in February. Not only did I think we were going to die on the flights in that stopped in Wrangell and Ketchikan but a snow storm came in that week and the fog closed the airport and all sea traffic. There was no way in or out.

There were two other co-workers and we were in a small hotel with no restaurant so we trudged into town in knee deep snow and found a pizza place open. The only album they had was Born to Run and they played it nonstop for hours. We sat and played cards and drank beer and had the time of our lives. I now can't hear a song from that album without thinking of being marooned in Alaska.

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Sharon Dymond's avatar

"I cranked the volume to the max and sang along as loud as I possibly could, cathartic tears rolling down my cheeks."

My such moment circa 1968: I had just indentured myself for 36 months to buy my first car for $1800. It was a navy VW beetle with chrome trim. A buddy and I hit the road. When Brother Can You Spare A Dime (https://youtu.be/Jwx6mlqI6Ng) came on my tiny radio, Tim and I burst into hedonic song. On "s-l-o-g-g-i-n-g through hell" I punched the line — and my windshield — and shattered the damned thing!

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