On Wednesday, Ollie and I drove up to Erie to escape the snow in Virginia (um, something I never thought I’d be saying…). Grey and I figured it’d be easier for him to just get the house ready to put on the market while I occupy Ollie at my parents. It’s just so hard to keep the place clean and ready to show when Ollie does things like smear bacon grease on the walls.
Because he slept for the first couple hours of the drive, I was able to have all sorts of deep thoughts. I pondered the existence of aliens. Mulled over world peace. Wondered about the staying power of skinny jeans. Then I got to thinking about how there’s not much constant in this ever changing world of ours. For Pete sake, I can’t even keep up with the new Facebook layout!
However, as soon as I turned onto I-79 and and my car antenna picked up Erie radio stations, I heard Bob Seger’s familiar voice singing. Immediately, I felt like at least one thing is reliable: Erie radio. Specifically Rocket 101. No matter what, there are about 50 tunes that will be played again and again. I think of these as “Erie songs.” Even when I am driving in DC and hear them, they’re still “Erie songs” to me. Ditties like “Radar Love,” “Tuesday’s Gone,” “Hotel California” — I don’t know. It’s like every song from the movie Dazed and Confused but with a few 80s hair bands thrown in for good measure.
It’s not that I particularly like all the music Rocket 101 plays, but something about driving around my hometown while “Pour Some Sugar on Me” plays on the radio — well, it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.