I'm not going to name any names here (greg), but there was a well thought out agreement that no travel plans should be made prior to noon time. There is no reason for anyone to really be driving at that hour. Especially if you are half asleep wearing a psychedelic sack moo moo and slippers. The ride home listening to 80's rock radio alone in the darkness provided an unnecessary deja-vu. I'm not sure what complex components of the brain decide to give you the "Peggy Sue Got Married" burritto effect, but it happens. This (For those not fortunate enough to see the movie) is when the brain under stress or lack of sleep taps into some buried memories of youth triggererd by a song,smell, or eerie feeling. I was transported the entire ride home to some early spring car ride in the 8th grade with the Flock of Seagalls "wishing" as my soundtrack. Followed by Only the Lonely--by the motels. I could almost picture my dad driving to the airport, Ohio on the verge of spring weather. I felt a sense of stomach turning nausea, driving swiftly to the cozy warmth of bed. I'm not sure why I get so nostalgic from things. I get the same feeling when I get to the second to last page of a very good book. Knowing that the feeling of being someplace else is almost over.