Virtually every song in The Eagles discography evokes a sensation of time travel. When I hear one of their songs I find myself instantaneously transported (in my mind) to the mid-70s. I look forward and see that my hands are gripping the steering wheel of a green Ford Maverick. The 8-track deck is loaded with The Eagle Greatest Hits album and the volume is cranked up. My head is covered by thick brown hair, parted in the middle, that reaches nearly to my shoulders. Girls love my hair. I look down and see that my jeans flair out in large ‘bell-bottoms’ which cover most of my tan suede earthshoes. I am filled with a sense of freedom and optimism, but can’t find the courage to ask out the girl I like from school. I am looking forward to grabbing a cheeseburger and going to the movies with my best friends.

Enjoy the memories…