Bette Davis Eyes

Is it me, or do other people have warm, fond flashbacks when they hear certain songs?  And it's funny how only certain songs do that, not all of them.  This song came on the 80's station on XM this morning.  Everytime I hear this song, it takes me back to Cedarville and, specifically, driving home for spring break in the spring of '81.  I always remember hearing this song on the radio just before we got off at an exit south of Buffalo.  It was late afternoon on a cloudy day and I had caught a ride home with some other student that I did not even know.  My guess is, I had to stick around in C'ville for a track meet while all my Marilla buddies, that I usually travelled with, had left a day or two earlier.  Whoever I was riding with was from the Southern Tier and could only take me so far.  We got off at Angola or Silver Creek, somewhere in there, where my Dad picked me up.  It was a good day.  I wish I was on the Thruway right now, heading north towards home, looking at the lake off to the left and dreaming.  Only, if I was, I would no longer be dreaming.