Vivid memories from this day in 1995.  I’d just turned 15, transitory unnecessary sadness, new school, no friends, self isolation.  Like others of a similar ilk in that time, I often escaped into music spending hours alone in my room.  My father (single dad), who couldn’t take me to get the album arranged for me to stay home from school, and for a friend of his to drive me to the mall on that chilly, cloudy, Illinois morning to get the album.  I spent days listening to it and over and over.  And over.  Thanks for everything SP; keep going!