Good evening! I hope Monday’s been kind to everyone. Last week we revisited 1991, tonight we’re jumping ahead to 1997. I’m thinking of June 1997, in particular. There was a week in 1997 where I was dumped by a guy I liked, saw Prince’s “Jam of the Year” tour in Indianapolis and then saw U2’s “Popmart” in Chicago. It was quite a week. (Thanks to the Internet, I can look up the set lists of said shows, at http://www.u2setlists.com/popmart.shtml and http://home.earthlink.net/~getwild/prince/jamoftheyear.html)
That’s what stands out about the summer of 1997, although I note that was my first summer break as a teacher. As such, I was working two part-time jobs, one as a tutor, one at a drugstore. I zipped around the greater Chicagoland area in my 1996 Dodge Neon, and was still listening to tapes in that car’s tape player. In June of 1997, I was exactly six months away from meeting the love my life, Mr. Sally J. I just didn’t know it yet.
What were you up to in the summer of 1997?