nostalgia.

the soundtrack to my sophomore year in college was stevie wonder's 'sir duke,' though not by my own doing. i lived in a house on a satellite of the campus--a conglomeration of ugly, identical houses across the street that was affectionately referred to as the 'sophomore slum.' i lived on the top floor of number nine, and my window faced those belonging to the inhabitants of number eight. specifically, the one belonging to our local rock god, who we'll call woody (on account of his frightening and uncanny resemblance to an actor of the same name). woody was a guitar player and all around good guy--and he liked to brush up on his skills by playing along to stevie wonder's greatest hits. particularly, that's right, 'sir duke.'

being in many ways a late bloomer, this is how i got into stevie wonder--a constant, everyday serenade by my neighbor really left me no choice. fortunately, both woody and his chosen rehearsal fare were great; unless i was napping, i actually enjoyed the serenade.

i haven't really thought about that in a couple years, but seated in the park today, with the lovely kate and a stevie wonder tribute band, i was almost nostalgic for those days.

and then i remembered how very much i hated college, and the reverie was over.