In the first semester of my sophomore year in college, I began dating Vanessa. Over Christmas break, I drove up to visit her in New Jersey (I lived in Maryland). It was about a 5 hour drive. At the time I owned a lime-green ‘69 Mustang coupe. The most significant part if this story? The car had no heat.
I was on my way home after the visit, in line to go through a toll booth on the New Jersey turnpike when this song came on the radio. I was so cold, I mean COLD…. totally miserable, my feet and hands completely numb despite the layers of socks and gloves and mittens. The line inched forward, and this song played, and my hands and feet were ice, and I remember thinking I’m not making this drive again.
After break, Vanessa and I dated another month or so before going our separate ways.
True, by Spandau Ballet
What memories does this song make you think of?
