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I’m probably not the only one who flashed back to ghosts of World Series past this season. And not just as an intellectual exercise. ‘Body memory’ we call it in our biz. One minute I was watching the Cubs, next I was remembering images, sounds, and flavors from years ago, right down to the squeaks and lumps of the bar stool I sat on watching Brett Saberhagen shut out the mighty Cardinals 30+ years ago.
The Childe Harold was a dive bar near Dupont Circle. Where Bruce Springsteen played for $750 in the early 70’s and George McGovern went for solace during his doomed campaign. Best burgers ever, great beer selection. My youngest sister (may she rest in peace) enjoyed both and met us there. She was an intern on Capitol Hill that year. Before any of us had any kids. My husband and I were newly married and we didn’t own a TV. Continue reading “Body Memory”