Lost Love in Leola
April 28th is a memorable anniversary to me for a couple of personal reasons. One involves a woman I met forty years ago, with whom I had a very brief relationship. During the spring of 1984, I attended Moorhead State University in Moorhead, Minnesota. In an electronic music class, I used synthesizers and a multi-track recorder to produce a demo tape of original songs. One of my classmates was a guitarist named Greg who played in a band called Switch (no relation to a successful R&B group of the same name). I got hired to be the soundman for their gig at a high school prom in Leola, South Dakota. It would be my only job with them since the band already made plans to break up. On a Saturday afternoon, Greg rode with me in my ’73 Monte Carlo for the three-hour road trip to Leola (the other members of Switch met us there). Greg brought a bunch of cassettes with him, but my car didn’t have a tape deck. So we mostly listened to the radio. Before the dance started, the band and I lo