This album is my favorite by Simon & Garfunkel. It reminds me of one of my favorite people, Geno Hanson. He is my oldest friend... in that, he has been my friend longer than anyone. We met at St. Croix Central Elementary in 1980, the morning after John Lennon was murdered in NYC. Simon & Garfunkel were our first musical connection. Years later, in around 1987, I remember clearly driving on I-94 out of St. Paul with him, my friend Matt and my girlfriend Autumn, and Geno and Autumn discovered that they both loved this album. They sang a number of the songs together. It seems so clear I can reach out and touch it. In March 1990, Glen and I caught a Greyhound from St. Paul to move to the Bay Area to live with Nick. Our parents saw us off that morning, and as the bus left the cities and got to a rural area, through corn fields, I put this on my Walkman and I sobbed, the emotion of the moment, the leaving home. It is a beautiful album.
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