One of the lakes in our master-planned community has a water feature that causes waves . . . in a good way.
When I pass by it during my morning jogs or walks, those circular swirls always make me think of a record. Of course, I’m dating myself with that word, seeing as how vinyl has become passé and obsolete. But it was a big part of my teen years in the mid-1960s, as I wore out the needle on my suitcase turntable.
Naturally, the song from my past that readily comes to mind is “Groovin’’ by the Young Rascals (1967).
Maybe I need to check out the lake on a Sunday afternoon!