It Was Twenty Years Ago Today, Part VIII

My last Sunday night in Jamestown, October 13, 1985.

Mom made dinner. Took a drive around town. Suddenly felt very nostalgic.

I called down to the Twin Cities, telling one of the friends who’d volunteered a couch that I’d be there tomorrow afternoon. I got the directions to the apartment – it was in Burnsville, a big ‘burb about 10 miles south of Downtown Minneapolis. I marked the exact location on the map, and memorized exactly how to get there.

I pictured the route in my mind; the long churn down I94, followed by the slow, curvy glide of the 494 South Metro bypass, to the gastric-shunt-straight blast down 35W, to Cliff Road, then over to River Hills Drive…I could recite it in my sleep. I thought.

I went to bed early that night.