A few days ago I received one, no, scratch that and reverse it, I received a few emails about the reunion of a band of my youth—New Kids on the Block, a.k.a. N.K.O.T.B., a.k.a. Dannie, Donnie, John, Jordan, and little Joey Mc…Jordan was my favorite, in case you were wondering—and a nostalgia swept over me. While driving home that night, listening to The Two Towers on CD (yes, yes, I know…what is that line my roommate M always uses…ah yes, “do you know why you are single?), when I began to think of how the reunion of a band, albeit a boy band, can unleash upon us a little of the past while we may be scrambling for a sense of where the future, like that bus in “Speed,” is going. Rewind the tape of my life nearly a decade. It is the school year of ‘89-‘90, I was in 4th grade, standing without knowing it, at the precipice of the abyss, moving steadily nearer to teen angst and puberty, but still in that ignorant bliss that assured me that my parents knew best, would always know best, and we...
