Quantum Entanglement with Karen Carpenter

 

It was 1971. Most likely a Saturday afternoon when I walked into my grandmother's living room.  The TV was on and Karen Carpenter was singing Superstar.  I was transfixed. A truly pivotal moment in my 8 years of living. Fittingly, it was also my grandmother who called twelve years later to tell me Karen Carpenter had died. 

I was a groupie before I even knew what a groupie was. I was a member of the fan club, saw them perform multiple times at SPAC and listened to their albums an unfathomable number of hours. Luckily, my best friend was also a mega- fan.  We even lip-synced to Jambalaya at an elementary school talent show.

Maisie, my 15-year-old, has an incredible ear and wildly eclectic musical tastes.  So, when a group discourse began about what we should listen to at "game night, someone asked Maisie what she listened to, and the Carpenters were part of the itinerary.   Everybody, ages mid-sixties to teen, in unison, chimed in about their appreciation for the Carpenters and the tragedy of Karen's death. While the Carpenters were streaming, I experienced a surreal moment. I looked at the people assembled and thought "50 years ago would you have ever predicted you would be here now, with this assortment of people listening to the Carpenters"?!

Cockroach Poker snapped me from my space/time warp, and I was pressed to ascertain whether my colleague was lying or telling the truth, as is the crux of the game. Unsure, I recruited the aid of Karen Carpenter from the beyond. And smooth as ever she was right.

                                                                                                     

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJmmaIGiGBg