Where were you when….

I was in a car near Cambridge at about two in the morning when I heard about Kurt Cobain’s death on the radio. I swear it was snowing (in April?) but that may be an implanted memory or the effects of the dope (I don’t smoke the stuff very often, so I’d amused everyone by giggling a lot and occasionally sliding under the table.)

(Nevermind, Nirvana)