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Mar 22Liked by Sherman Alexie

Sherman Alexie, you are a rock star! I saw you a few years ago at the University of New Mexico--standing room only! I would have screamed, but I was with my adult son, and he would have been mortified. I should have screamed anyway. This essay is brilliant. It's real. I love it.

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Thoroughly enjoyed this, Sherman, even as I'm well over a year "late for the dance"! I, too, have a "Detroit Rock City" story...while a cool memory, it's nowhere near as endearing as your recollections! I was behind the mic on FM rock radio back in the day, and discovered a way to "alter" the song, at least to a degree that wouldn't trigger Gene to file a lawsuit (I didn't toy with the music)! With your kind permission, if I may: https://bradkyle.substack.com/p/behind-the-mic-a-personal-peek-into-870

Many thanks, Sherman, and I look forward to digging into more of your 'Stack efforts!

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I bet that was quite a performance back then. I also grew up in the era of Kiss but never seen a lipsync cover band of them. Reliving happy memories is always fun. Thank you for sharing.

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As ever, beautifully done. All my favorite story experiences: engaging story, every word flexes its muscles eloquently, thought provoking, bittersweet, funny and heartwarming. Thank you.

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Feb 22, 2022Liked by Sherman Alexie

Oh wow, wow!! Thank you for writing this. I can read the joy of this memory.

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Feb 22, 2022·edited Feb 22, 2022Liked by Sherman Alexie

Leaning over to stare into the memory gap. This essay resonates with me right now, as I look my to my own youth in an age before our never-off mobile phone surveillance with its manilla self awareness. Nostalgia is a great and powerful drug that heals more than hurts, but it does hurt. I think all medicines come from poison and they kill you in small ways before they heal you in the big way.

This is a powerful essay, Sherman🙏🏻.

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Beautiful, thank you for this story. I love the fluidity of these memories, and if we attach significance to our memories, doesn’t the remembering become more real and more important than the remembered events?

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Feb 22, 2022Liked by Sherman Alexie

We are all the unreliable narrators of our lives. So let's celebrate the unreliable. Not two weeks ago I read of an incident that I had always believed happened in the late 60's. I found out shortly it occurred in 1990. Unreliable, yes, but I did have a good laugh at myself. Thanks

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Thank you for writing this. Thank you for reading this. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

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