Music Appreciation

I can't hear that song without thinking of fishing at Montauk Point or clam digging in the Great Bay while on long weekend leaves from Ft. Devens, Massachusetts. I was in a special missions course at Ft. Devens after flight school, with several of my flight school classmates, and we only worked two or three days a week. Then my flight school buddy (and roomy) and a couple of us would road trip to Seaford, Long Island, where his mom lived.

We crammed as much as possible into those Summer days. Our report date to Davis Station-MACV Saigon was 30 September 1970.

We listened to "25 or 6 to 4" and other Chicago tunes many, many times in those last days of innocence. But I never, ever figured out what it meant until this post.