521. S-S-Saigon

My parents popped by before Jay’s birthday and we talked about the year they took me to Italy, because my dad had found work there. It was May 1975 and I was one year old.

The month before Saigon fell.

There are a lot of odd events, big or small, from the 70s that I feel some kind of resonance with, even though I don’t remember them.

The shouldn’t mean anything to me but they do. Just as time periods in which I never lived, like World War 1.

What does that mean?

I will probably never know, but what I do know is that it means lots of stuff for stories.