Do you find when the sun’s reflection dances in a certain way or the wind whooshes and whistles evocatively that you’re unwittingly lured into a faintly familiar memory?
Do you find when the sun’s reflection dances in a certain way or the wind whooshes and whistles evocatively that you’re unwittingly lured into a faintly familiar memory?
In the midst of busy lunch hour traffic, I had to slow to a snail’s pace due to a flat tire. Unquestionably, my luck had run out. You see, after 24 years of driving, this was my very first flat.
Did you know that members of the band Metallica, willingly subjected themselves to group therapy? (See documovie, Metallica: Some Kind of Monster.)