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So today is a very special day at KMF. It's Kat's 25th birthday! A quarter century of the wonderful, lovely, amazingly talented lady we all fell in love with over the last three years.
Twenty five years ago it was the Orwellian year of 1984. No, Big Brother wasn't watching. Not yet at least. We were listening to Prince (yes, he was still Prince), Van Halen, Culture Club, Lionel Ritchie and Madonna (some things never change) on the radio. Many of us were still buying vinyl records (don't ask), while some had discovered the new-fangled Compact Disk. The music world lost Marvin Gaye, Count Basie, Steve Goodman and Ethel Mermen that year. Yet somewhere in a non-descript hospital room in southern California a star was born on March 25th. There were no signs, no guiding lights, no wise men bearing gifts. Yet a miraculous birth had indeed occured; a beautiful child of voice so pure and sweet as the world had never heard, and would not hear for nearly a quarter century.
I remember the year very well. Because this is also the year I met my lovely wife of 23 years. I remember hearing Prince's "Doves Cry" so many times on the radio my ears bled, and I remember dancing to Lionel Ritchie's "Truely" as the first dance with my new bride at our wedding. I remember watching Bill Johnson, and Torvill and Dean win gold in the winter olympics at Sarajevo, and Carl Lewis and Mary Lou Retton amaze us in the summer Olympics at Los Angeles. I remember Ronnie Reagan winning his second term by a landslide, the last presidiential election landslide we've had. I also remember wondering if he was too old to last another four years. But I don't remember March 25th that year. It was, after all, just another day for me. Little did I know how that one day would change my life some 22 years later!
What were you doing in 1984? What do you remember? Did that one day change your life too?