18 years ago, I met David Oakley in Vermont, in a summer course. I remember we made a short visit to Boston, where we are now spending our holidays with some other friends.
Then, we were students (though he is a little bit older than I); and now David is a successful criminal attorney at Princeton (New Jersey), and I, you know, a travelling professor and consultant, let’s say…
Maybe it happens to you the same: when I listen to the following song, I can remember much more details of that summer 18 years ago:
I think we listened to this song more than 50 times back in 1990.
With David, right after a pleasant afternoon at the beach.
Front view of the house.