For some odd reason, the late summer of 1986 has been on my mind of late. It was mid-August of that year that my family moved to Sacramento. My father had moved a couple weeks before the rest of us to start work and find us a home. While we were waiting for our rental house to become vacant, we lived in a small one bedroom apartment in the Arden area of town for a week or two. 

I've been trying to figure out why those 10 or so days have been so vivid in my memory. I can remember sitting in the miniscule dining area, eating sandwich cookies in the heat of a Sacramento summer. I remember standing before our front door, staring at the Jewish Senior Center across the street, wondering what happened there. I remember going on walks with my mom. I remember shopping for new shoes and G.I. Joe toys at the nearby Gemco. And I remember my Dad listening to Little River Band's Greatest Hits repeatedly. And, in hindsight, I remember looking out on my new home town, taking in my surroundings with fresh, innocent eyes. 

I'm sure many of these memories and emotions came back because I got my Dad LRB's Greatest Hits on CD for Christmas, and when I traveled north for a friend's bachelor party, I again listened to that album on loop. Here's the song that's probably stuck with me the most:

I'm not sure if this really ties into Chupacabra at all. I'm sure it'll find it's way in there somehow.