Sometimes when people tell me that they want to write a novel, I suspect their motives are right out of Dire Straits’ ‘Money for Nothing’.
This song has special meaning for me. My wife and I had just returned from a four year tour to Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, Japan. This was January 2, 1985. We flew from LA to San Antonio, Texas, to visit family and make plans. Our new duty assignment was to Shaw AFB, SC. Before heading there, we were taking leave to detour to Pittsburgh, PA, and southern WV to visit family.
We bought a new car as part of our plan. We’d just pile our two cats in their carriers and our luggage into our car and drive across country instead of flying. At that point, we’d never seen MTV, although we knew about it. After taking possession of the new car, a Mazda RX-7, we were tooling through SA, acquainting ourselves with our vehicle, when ‘Money for Nothing’ came on. We cranked that mother up, laughing as we startled people in the cars around us with our music. What did we know? I was just twenty-eight years old.
Ah, good times.