Performer: Led Zeppelin
Songwriters: Jimmy Page, Robert Plant
Original Release: Led Zeppelin III
Definitive Version: None
When my and Debbie’s relationship went public, the resulting blowup made it impossible for Debbie to continue to work for my Dad, which she didn’t want to do anyway. Fortunately, Debbie was able to find another job. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen for a while. That made for many uncomfortable days and my ears hanging low from being bent that evening.
But finally, at the end of the year, Debbie got a better job for way more money. And true to her stick-to-itiveness, Debbie stayed around long enough to train her successor.
Debbie’s new job was assistant to the vice president of Les Wexner’s charitable organization. Anyway, this move led to a major relocation that ultimately had personal implications. Instead of going from the East Side to German Village—my Dad’s office was only two blocks from my apartment—Debbie was heading north on the outerbelt.
The organization was located near New Albany, which at the time was a farm community. It’s now a gigantic—and extremely wealthy—suburb on the northeast side of Columbus. But when Debbie joined, the whole office was in a somewhat-decaying whitewashed farmhouse forgotten on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
The things I remember most about the place when I would visit were how saggy the whole building was. You know the kind of place: where nothing looks even because the floor’s not entirely flat. And then out by the garage/storage barn was a huge patch of lilies of the valley that made the whole parking lot smell softly sweet.
Midway between downtown and the Dispatch and Debbie’s new office lay Gahanna. The importance of that should be obvious but wouldn’t become clear to us for a few months after Debbie started her new job. But that’s a story for another time.