As a teenager in the 1980s, I amassed a large, eclectic collection of that decade's vinyl. In going through it all, I find myself listening more often to the hits less travelled, and after some research, I discovered an array of brilliant singles that failed altogether to grace Casey Kasem's countdown.
This past August I spent a week in a rented two-family house in Belmar, NJ with members of my family. It was a beautiful house with a large wrap-around porch in a very quiet neighborhood. As I sat in one of the fatly-stuffed cushioned chairs that ringed the porch I couldn't help but think how different my first Belmar summer house experience was nearly three decades earlier.