Two-hour, deep tissue massage. For some reason, while the masseur was doing my back, a random memory came in. I was in fifth grade, it was late at night. and I'd just finished watching an episode of The Twilight Zone on black-and-white TV.  I cannot remember the episode, but I remember the Firestone commercial that played and how it left me with a very deep feeling of grief. The phone rang in my father's study. I picked it up; it was one of my classmates who wanted to ask me about some school work. He, too, had watched the episode on TV. I asked him if he remembered the Firestone commercial. I tried to explain to him how the commercial made me feel, but he could not understand me and I was extremely frustrated.