From the main vault in Monroe, Louisiana comes today’s question: If you could, what year would you time travel to and why?
I’d set the time machine for July 1, 1971. That was right after we moved to Northfield, Illinois and a couple of months before I was to start my sophomore year as a transfer student at New Trier West High School. The reason for this is simple: I would want to help my younger self do a better job of getting through that transitional year. I didn’t do such a good job of it: I was cocky, thought I was God’s gift to women, drank too much soda, smoked too much, and wasted a lot of time dreaming about being a great guitarist rather than doing the woodshedding and actually becoming a great guitarist. It was all in my power, and what can I say? I blew it. I’d like to go back and fix it. I realize that one shouldn’t screw with history, but as I said in a recent post, that wouldn’t stop me.