I am in a reflecting kind of mood today...attended my nephew's memorial service, visited with family afterwards, shared memories...and on my way home I reminisced a little about my own life.
I arrived in Germany a rainy day in March 1977, flying into Frankfurt. I was met by people eager to meet with the "newbie", the instructional aid replacing a military dependent that had gone back to the USA with her family. I quickly learned Americans call the USA "the world". While Germany and the US are different, American culture (and business) show up here and there...Heidelberg is a beautiful city on the Neckar River, as I soon discovered. It was also home to many US Forces during those days, hence the need for a school for American children. With not so much to do I explored the area.
I settled in and over the next several months, met a lot of people, and my nights were often taken with being social, quite unlike the days at college when I was pretty selective and generally didn't like dating too much in favor of going steady with someone...but I had decided this was a chance to meet a lot of people, and experience the differences from across the USA. So it was that I met and started dating on a regular basis a young man about my age, who was a junior officer in the Army. He took me all sort of places, we visited the Alps, Munich, the local areas wine country, and parts of France. Where ever he went, I w ent and we had a good time
One night, shortly after my 24th birthday, I asked him to come over and share dinner with me, and afterwards we would sit in the living area and talk a bit, drink some wine, and listen to music. I remember this evening because I bought a new album from the base exchange store, and played this song for him...specifically this song.
Fine story, Abba, wonderfull song.
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