I had a throwback moment in time following worship this morning. Now, usually when church is done, I go to my office, grab my Nalgene bottle of iced tea, sling my backpack on, grab the keys (hopefully...I have not locked myself out of my office...this is not pretty since we now have a very serious alarm system guarding the place), close the door and go. I got in the truck, rummaged through the backpack and what CD did I find to listen to for my drive home? It is a CD that I used to listen to when it came out with my fastly balding and funk master friend Bram. Now back in the day when we were punks and strangely falsified gothic students of dark curiosity, I would go to his house on Glacial Drive, basically hang out all the time, and to this day, I have vivid memories of us sitting there in his living room, listening to this CD, blaring. Hanging out with him was always a good time...except when he and I were single...we would then listen to wonderfully cheery music like the Cure, Depeche Mode, The Church, and the Sundays. But, this CD was a good one as Bram would generally know all the words, pretend to play all the instruments, and speak the dialogue as well throughout the whole thing. I wish I had video of that. And the masterpiece I write about and listened to this morning? It came from none other than the purple raining man himself Prince circa 1989, the soundtrack to the movie, "Batman!" Damn, that little man from Minnesota made some good music. Anyway, that was my nostalgic moment of the morning. After I type this, I am off to clean out the gutters before the small trees in them begin to take root and grow through the gutters...although that might be cool to see. But, alas I am off to do the nasty...wish me luck. More later...