At a Junior High School dance in 9th grade, I begged R. Scott Moore, my reflection — he had all my classes, but was captain of the football team — to play my 45 of Mary Hopkin’s “Those Were The Days,” a new song that I loved. He thought it was weird, but he played it. They all thought I was weird, but they didn’t hate me.
Does it strike you as odd that a 14 year old loved a song that goes:
Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
Even that young, wistful nostalgia was more understandable to me than actually living the life I chose.
God, I was so old so young.
And yes, I still belive that Richie Kosian is John H. Garabedian’s brother. WMEX forever!
Callan 