Back to the Future meets the Twilight Zone (an analysis)

*NOTE* This is part three of a three-part story from last week. Part one focuses on the background for my nightmare trip to Redding, part two focuses on the actual experience and part three looks at the deeper meaning and how it relates to my past.

“Unbelievable that Old Biff could’ve chosen that particular date. It could mean that that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance, almost as if it were the temporal junction point of the entire space-time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.” – Doc Brown, Back to the Future Part II

Maybe I should just never drive on March 5. Perhaps that day has some sort of cosmic importance to my life like Nov. 12, 1955 in Back to the Future. Or maybe I should just be more conservative about listening to weather reports and not take the risk.

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Oh, the weather outside is frightful… (a summary)

*NOTE* This is part two of a three-part story from last week. Part one focuses on the background for my nightmare trip to Redding, part two focuses on the actual experience and part three looks at the deeper meaning and how it relates to my past.

Earlier in the day my mom had been worried that snow in Chicago might cancel my dad’s flight home from his annual business trip to the Windy City. As it turned out, snow could not prevent him from making it home safely that day. I was unable to say the same for myself.

I should probably at least acknowledge how amazing the performance was. I loved every minute of it, even as the Redding Civic Center didn’t quite have the feel (or acoustics) of a true Broadway theatre. I had to fight every urge in my body that wanted to sing along with each song, and I finally got to see a live performance of my favorite song from the musical, “If I Can’t Love Her.” It’s not in the movie, so I’d never seen it performed.

But the most memorable part of this story did not take place at the civic center.

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The price of remedying regret (a prologue)

*NOTE* This is part one of a three-part story from last week. Part one focuses on the background for my nightmare trip to Redding, part two focuses on the actual experience and part three looks at the deeper meaning and how it relates to my past.

Sometimes repairing past mistakes comes with a big cost.

Now that you’ve been sufficiently sucked in by the grand philosophical open, I can admit that such a statement has never been so literally true for me as it was this past Tuesday.

One of my great regrets in life (which says either that I’ve had a pretty successful life or I’m just blindly unaware of much greater regret-worthy transgressions) took place in New York City during the week of Thanksgiving 2002.

There to perform in the annual Macy’s Parade, all the members of my high school marching band had the opportunity to attend one of four Broadway musicals. The options, as have been pieced back together by the memories of me and my beloved big sister Frank, were Beauty and the Beast, Phantom of the Opera, 42nd Street, and a fourth that I affectionately like to refer to as the mystery musical. That pretty much means neither of us can remember which musical it was.

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