This Feels Strangely Familiar: A Remembrance of Peter
It took me years to get those souvenirs And I don’t know how they slipped away from me -Steve Goodman & John Prine 1999 Miami University CSP Class, Photo by Peter Magolda I lost my Ipod last spring. The little plastic compartment between the two seats of our pickup, which served as its home, flooded. A camelback hydration tube got stuck under the lid. As I moved my guitar from its daytime storage place on the bed of our tiny vintage trailer, to its nighttime place on the front seats, the weight provided just enough pressure on the bite valve, and the water flowed. In the morning, I discovered the tiny swimming pool, and to my horror, my Ipod scuttled on the bottom. As a music storage device, it was manically disorganized and almost freakishly random, reflecting the brain and musical taste of its owner. At least a hundred times, I entertained thoughts of wiping it completely and inflicting a new organization upon it. But as you guessed, I never