I’ve been parrying back and forth on Facebook with several friends. I’m seeing quite a portfolio of Glory Days pictures going up. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, though I appreciate the people who are posting new pictures of what they’re doing now. Thats the attitude.
I can speak from experience because I am officially old now. Last weekend was my 25 year class reunion. Wabash High School class of 1984. Go APAX! Maybe its a combo of me wondering why I don’t feel older, actually feeling a bit older because I’ve been running on the G.W. Parkway along the Potomac River and *old* legs don’t carry you quite as fast as *young* legs do. They were moving, I assure you; mine, not the young guy who carried me the last quarter of a mile. Kidding. But I’m motivated. I’m excited about the future, even though, at this point, I don’t know what that is going to be two weeks down the road. End of September, end of fiscal year…end or orders. And no new orders have been cut yet.
I may stay here. Dunno. I may wind up back in western Illinois. Dunno. I may end up moving into a trailer park in Wabash, eating food stamps through the winter and actually finishing a novel. Dunno (not likely, I only write for kill fees).
Bottom line though. I gotta get home. Wherever that ends up being. Being apart sucks in B flat minor.