I think today there was a wrinkle in the time/space continuum. This morning when I pulled into The Scooter Store parking lot, a song was on the radio. This afternoon, when I jumped back in the truck, THE SAME SONG WAS ON. Y100's in my head. Oh, how many times I tried to work there.

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you