Hey, remember when our project team went to Canada and tested the mixpoint?  And how we had to label all the crud-layered pipes that were there so we knew how to reconnect everything when we were done with our tests?  And then how I had to ask the operator to dump our demo batch of motion-picture emulsion in the middle of the make ($10,000 worth of silver down the drain!) because I made a mistake writing the formula?

Hey, remember when we were in my dorm room on Rob’s 21st birthday?  And somehow you came up with a chord progression on your guitar, and Rob improvised lyrics for it and turned it into the “Tuna Fish Sandwich” song?  And then how, weeks later, you and I recorded it as a guitar duo, with words to be added at some point, but they never were?

Hey, remember when we were all swinging on that really-long swing your dad built in your back yard?  And we would pump our legs to go higher and higher, and then when we got to the very top of the arc, we would let go of the swing and make up something to yell out like “Superman!” or “Birdie Tweet Tweet” as we flew through the air on our way to the ground?  And how your next-door neighbor Kirk Graham broke his arm doing this with us?

Hey, remember when we were making crank phone calls on the pink phone in my sister’s bedroom?  And we were taping all the calls on your tape recorder so we could play them back and laugh?  And how, on one call, we told one woman she was an “old biddy lady” as we giggled away?  And then, how we got really scared when we couldn’t hang up!  Well, we tried to hang up but every time we picked up the phone again, she was still on the line!  And how we realized we had to tell her we were sorry so she didn’t report us and get us into trouble?  And then, how relieved we were when she finally hung up!  And then we made more calls!

Remember?  I do.