Nostalgia

It is a wierd spring.  90 or 45. you pick.  The seasons seem horribly out of wack and I am getting a bit nostalgic for times when there was regularity.

Before basketball now runs seemingly for 15 months a year, January was a "no sports" month  for most towns.  Now it is June. Hockey was a  small league (NHL had 6 teams once!) and there was no cable TV.  You were stuck so to speak. Local Broadcast.  But now?  The fellas are still skating and gazelles are running the court with legs that let them jump to the moon --- in June. Croon.  Soon....tune.

At 4pm on Sundays, back when things were normal and just when the sun was setting in middle winter, one of our 3 local stations (WJRT in Flint - channel 12) played a movie - almost always a black and white masterpiece from the 30s. --- but then, we were almost in the 30s.... The music for the "intro's" to the show was Beethoven's 5th piano concerto (don't roll your eyes - this was the 60s). 

It seemed solemn enough and certainly evokes a black and white movie backdrop. I find the association when hearing the music - as I just did on the radio - to be as strong as a "visual".   Our TV was in the corner near the fireplace so it was natural to stretch out on the carpet in front of the fire, sunset, that nice smell of our Sunday evening traditional meal of tomato soup and egg noodles along with fresh baked bread, musical breaks with my all time favorite concerto - the shear comfort of things pleasurable...

Good friends, Garby, Stewart, Jim, Bob and the rest of the gaggle would appear - snow permitting.  Ah.

I need to go to the library and find a Carey Grant movie and remember the days before the pro basketball season streched into June.