This is not a charade.

Forty years ago was a good summer. A very good summer, a special summer. My brother was home from college, he'd just graduated from college and was churning out resumes on a dot matrix printer from his Apple Macintosh. We bonded over Heineken, chips with good French onion dip and weed.

We watched Miami Vice reruns, Night Flight, and Dave Letterman. I learned about new artists, or new to me, anyway. The Cure. The Smiths. New Order. Fishbone. We watched strange videos, and laughed our asses off.

Live Aid, Back to the Future, Thunderdome, we made one DDT-V episode for July, and a second one for August, a clip show based entirely on the advertisements (that one was my idea). We had gone to Maine early in the season for my grandfather's 90th birthday, so the rest of the summer stretched out madly.

I was cited on my seventeenth birthday for trespassing in the Metroparks after dark (we had been playing assassin) and broke up with my girlfriend. I was ready to be a senior. And I was free.

Distance: 3.1 miles
Duration: 29:23
Pace: 9:28

Summer 1985 Mixtape Playlist

Time Bomb Town - Lindsay Buckingham

Cry - Godley & Creme

The Power of Love - Huey Lewis & the News

Party at Ground Zero - Fishbone
If You Love Somebody Set Them Free - Sting

Money for Nothing (Live at Wembley Stadium) - Dire Straits ft. Sting 

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 64°
Climate: sunrise & humid
Mood: good

Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 165 lbs. (+2.0)

We must mind our intake. Yesterday was like a day on vacation. Be careful. Moderation in all things.

Planks: yes
Pushups: yes