RECORD STORE TALES #985:
Do You Know How Quickly a Pair of Glasses Melt in a Fire?
The trip up to the lake was blissful. I picked up my dad, loaded the car, and hit the road to short-sleeve weather and zero traffic. You could see for kilometers ahead with no cars in sight. Blissful. With 2 terabytes of music on the hard drive, I selected a folder called “Tee Bone Tunes” by Tee Bone Erickson. Songs my dad knew from the show. But it was just background noise as we discussed every subject under the sun for a solid two hours. After the Tee Bone songs, I played John Williams’ soundtrack to Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, which was awesome and brought back lots of good memories.
“The pen, Henry! The pen is mightier than the sword!” I quoted, in my best Denholm Elliott impression.
We discussed Indiana Jones and Back to the Future. “Only the first and third movies,” we said of both series.
We spotted a wild turkey on the way and noticed a few new businesses. Every year is different, I reminded myself. You never knew what new things you would see, or how the beach would change from year to year.
This year, the beach is covered with stones.
“Good,” says my dad. “It’ll keep the Sooners away.” Hopefully, anyway.
We opened up the cottage in record time. No snags, no hitches. Got the water going, the hot water tank a-boiling, and the cable and internet were both running perfectly. I installed four new phones to replace the dying ones that should have been replaced last year. Four new phones…there used to be no phones! Phones used to be considered a hindrance to the relaxation at the cottage. Now you wouldn’t be without one. Landline, cell phone, and laptop computer are now the norm.
After getting the barbecue out of the shed and setting up it, the next step was to burn all the brush that had fallen over the winter. It was a windy winter and this was evident by the amount of fallen branches, needles and bark. My dad got out the leaf blower while I swept. The plan was to burn up all the scrub, so I got out some cardboard and started a fire.
The fire grew large and hot very quickly, gobbling up the now-dry wood and needles.
I can see the next moments in slow motion.
To preface, I will admit that my glasses, which I need to drive and do basically anything, have grown loose. I kept putting off getting them adjusted. “I could live with it for now,” I would reason to myself as an excuse to not go to the mall.
Well I no longer have to live with it. In one smooth, liquid motion, my glasses fell off just as I was throwing an armful of brush into the fire.
I searched the ground frantically, hoping they just hit the dirt. My dad joined me, both sweeping and searching. Giving up hope, I began to dig through the fire. I found nothing there either. I searched the ground again, still nothing. I can’t drive without my glasses. Hell I can’t watch TV without my glasses. I can barely use the computer without them.
We kept looking. I called Jen to see if she could find my spare pair at home. I knew a couple places to look. No luck. I dug through the ashes of the fire, spreading them out on the patio stones. Nothing! And then I saw it. A thin stick that was too undamaged to be wood. I reached down to find one remaining scorched arm to my glasses. The lenses and assorted plastic had melted away. That was all I could find in the detritus of what had been up to this point an awesome day.
I went to go sulk on the couch a while, tired from the search and miserable that I would have to spend the next day or two unable to see clearly. Then I thought, “You know, I haven’t looked inside the glove box in a long time. I don’t remember what’s in there.”
I went out to the car and emptied the glove box, and there it was: an old hardshell glasses case. Joy! I couldn’t even remember my old glasses. But there they were, and they would do for now. I could see!
But I was severely rattled by this near miss, and had to chill out. My dad and I went into town to have lunch and see what was open. I realized that I had not been in downtown Kincardine for two and a half years. In fact there were many things I did this weekend that I have not done in two and a half years.
It was my first time inside a Boston Pizza and the old Fincher’s Leisure World since before the pandemic. I missed Leisure World. For decades it was our main spot for model kits, art supplies, toys, games, books and magazines. On this occasion I bought a Lego Star Wars Dagobah diorama for my sister as a surprise gift. She’s recovering from a severe concussion and I thought she’d enjoy it. Which she did!
It was nice to see Boston Pizza still there, and Fincher’s as reliable as ever. My dad and I had a great lunch and an enjoyable afternoon out. We headed back to the lake to meet up with Dr. Kathryn and my mom who arrived separately.
After a little more organising and relaxing, my dad and I headed back home. We decided to go home a slightly different way, and we saw one of the weirdest sights we’d ever seen in cottage country. And we’ve seen gaggles of wild turkeys. On a stretch of road in the middle of farmtown, we saw a castle. A brand new castle, with two turrets and a full-on stone rampart. The imposing wall of rock could have housed a dozen archers! Somebody had obviously decided to build their home in the shape of a castle and I daresay, they did it. They really did it. The windows may be glass and the driveway may be asphalt, but that there be a castle. I’ll have to stop and take a picture next time.
The drive home was accompanied by the music of Jon Lord, with his Concerto for Group and Orchestra, featuring Bruce Dickinson singing the second movement. That was some cool, lively music. I was dead tired at this point but the music and conversation kept us going. After this, I selected Johnny Cash’s American III: Solitary Man. Another great album, this one with the outstanding Neil Diamond title track, and a cool rendition of “I Won’t Back Down” with Tom Petty.
We made it home safe and sound, and we celebrated with some Chinese food. New glasses this week. I wonder what they’ll look like? We’ll see soon enough — pun intended!
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