But when I close my eyes, I am still there. It is Wednesday, 1991. It is 4:47 PM. The clock on the VCR is blinking 12:00. I am lying on the carpet. I am doing nothing.
I walked home alone. The air smelled of wet asphalt and dead leaves. This was the era of stranger danger and VHS rewinding. My house was locked, because it was always locked. I had a key on a shoelace around my neck. wednesday 1991
I did something strange that Wednesday. I went inside and pulled out a shoebox of baseball cards. I didn't organize them. I didn't look for a Ken Griffey Jr. rookie. I just smelled them. That sharp, sticky smell of old gum and cardboard. But when I close my eyes, I am still there
Wednesday, 1991: The Lost Day in the Analog Kingdom The clock on the VCR is blinking 12:00
Here is what 1991 looked like without a screen: A brown plaid couch. A stack of National Geographic magazines from 1987. A rotary phone in the kitchen that never rang for me.