This New Year’s Day, it’s fitting somehow that as I depart Scotland once more, I hear Phil “Groovy” Collins‘s lame remake of “Groovy Kind of Love“. It was always something my once-upon-a-time best friend and I made fun of. She spent a lot of time in Scotland when we were young, and on one of my more memorable New Year’s Eve nights, she phoned my house when we rang in the new year (from Aberdeen, where she had spent that new year). This was back when it was a big deal and expensive to phone people internationally.

No matter how many years pass, when things happen that would have struck us as funny as kids, or when I hear songs we loved or laughed at, I think of and really miss her, as we were then. I don’t know who (or how) she is any more but as always hope it’s somewhere that she can enjoy a groovy kind of love.