Oh yeah

Growing up I remember hearing the old people talk about the ‘good ol’ days.’  They were referring to a pre-ck time known as the 50’s and 60’s.  How sad that they couldn’t or wouldn’t move into modern times.  I would probably just call them old and out of touch in my head, roll my eyes, and tune out.  A vacant stare usually accompanied all this action. Continue reading

F L A K… What Was I Doing, Again?

I have become a flake in my older age.  This little fact bothers me because I didn’t used to be one.  In fact, it was a matter of pride which could lead someone to point out perhaps that’s the reason why I’ve been humbled.  But we’ll leave that for a discussion to be filed in the “Never Gonna Happen” file.  I never needed to write anything down as long as I was focused on something when it was told to me or shown to me, I remembered it.  Darn near forever.  Sometimes I wished I could forget.  Even though I used to carry a planner around it was empty.  I guess I just thought the nerd look worked for me.

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