In the future, nothing is going to be the same. I suppose that’s always been the case, hasn’t it?

Each generation has our own time, we have our own historical setting. We have the “good old days” which have belonged to us and us alone. The unique time which has been given to us, and which passes us by like a combination run of the tortoise and the hare. Slow the days….swiftly the years.

As I was driving to Rome today for a Drs. appointment, I had that feeling you sometimes get when you think you’ve been there before, and done that before. The deja vu affect. I think it’s simply because that particular drive, that particular way to go, is so familiar. I’ve traveled this way hundreds, or perhaps thousands of time. As a child I dreamed that Mom and Dad and I ran off the road in a rainstorm at the big curve right after you go by Hunters furniture. I still remember that dream vividly.

I felt a deep sense of nostalgia driving back today. Could have been because the dermatologist froze a big spot on my forehead and kinda cooled my skull down. Maybe cryogenics is the way to go after death.

All I know is that our HS 50th reunion is this summer, and that friends that I loved and played little league ball with, are passing away or are already gone. I don’t feel old, not really…but I know time is ticking away….slow the days , but swift the years…

“but, I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep…and miles to go before I sleep.”

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