I was very young when the song We Are the World came out.  How young?  Well, it was a time before CDs (I owned big, square-shaped albums by bands like Men at Work), we had just gotten our very first microwave oven – which was the size of a desk on steroids – and I don’t think that Combos had been invented yet.  It was a simpler, less convenient, pretzel-without-cheese kind of era, and it’s not a time I go back to in my head all that often because I prefer to think only of decades when my hair looked good.  But last week, when I read an article about how this year is the 30th anniversary of the song being recorded, I clicked on a link and I watched the music video.  I don’t think I’ve seen that video in well over twenty years, but every single feeling the song generated in me then came rushing back like a nostalgic tidal wave in a way that was far more emotional than I ever expected.