The post is 15 years old but I remember the comment in which they ask if I write love letters or just journal.
The sarcasm isn’t as thick as they would like it to be but I recognize it because we have been battling online about politics.
It is his way of trying to poke me because he says my posts aren’t substantive and suggests I tell my girlfriend to back off.
“If you knew a damn thing you might be dangerous Neville, she is my wife. Hell, I’ll write one or 10,000 love letters to her and maybe you’ll learn something, but I doubt it.”
“Make sure you put them somewhere public and not in private and I’ll help you polish them.”
I thank Neville for his concern and offer to teach him how to write and ask him if “he’ll bring peace in our time.”
Can’t tell you why I remember some details so vividly and why others don’t stick with me. There is no value to much of this, but maybe I’ll turn on some Johnny Cash and dig through the archives and see if anything spurs other memories.
There has to be some value in walking the damn line and writing a damn letter or something like that.
Been having a rougher go of it lately for reasons I am not sure I understand. Keep finding echoes of the past poking me and asking me to revisit decisions I made.
Most of it is kid related and there is no particular reason for these things that I can think of. The only connection I can make easily is I feel badly they are living through some rougher moments than I did.
We had a golden age of childhood. Never worried about political events or pandemics.
Had a few moments where there were rumors of hard times such as when some tried to say Reagan would bomb the Russians and they might attack us.
It is not something I actively worried about. Didn’t seem real to me and since it never happened after a short while I let it go.
I knew which presidents my parents liked and which they didn’t but never once did they tell me they were worried about civil war nor did I ask.
It wasn’t ever a concern.
We know now how thin the thread that holds democracy together is and that it was just as fragile then but things were different.
I feel better about the direction of the country and am sure the kids do too but we all saw the attack on the Capitol and all of the lies spewed by 45.
We know that didn’t disappear and that nut jobs like MTG are in office now. There are others who are questionable that we know about, but that doesn’t account for those we do not.
I don’t spend a ton of time wondering how many others there are, but I figure they are there.
Some of the base that pushed 45 into office hasn’t given up on his bad policies, behavior and beliefs so vigilance is required.
Maybe that is floating through my subconscious and maybe that is what brought forward these other thoughts…Maybe.
It would be nice to put on my bandanna, grab my sword, pistol and head out to my ship. Would be nice to sail forth and be the pirate at sea instead of landlocked.
I could go do battle at sea, bury my treasure on some tropical isle and find a dark haired wench to pour some ale into my mug and keep me warm in between pirate battles.
It is kind of a nice fantasy even if based upon an amusement park ride.
One of my younger cousins started a business not long ago. Joe Montana is one of the investors and I wonder if my cousin understands that some people consider him to be the best quarterback ever.
And even those who don’t consider him to be the greatest have him in the top 10, if not the top 5.
You don’t have to be a football fan to know his name, at least not if you are of a certain age.
That’s the funny part to me, Montana retired in 1994. I was 25.
Old enough to have seen him play to have borne witness to most if not all of his career. I was 10 his rookie season and wasn’t a ’49ers fan.
I was a Rams and Raiders fan so the niners were the enemy and I don’t remember whether I knew much about him before he and Dwight connected on the catch.
I am significantly older than my cousin and I don’t think we have ever discussed football or if he watches or watched it as he didn’t grow up in the states.
He is certainly not old enough to have seen him play and for all I know he hasn’t ever spoken with Montana. Wouldn’t surprise me if has or hasn’t.
I suppose I could just ask him. Hell, I could tell him how it is tied into an idea about a post on connections and missed connections.
Could tell him about how I remember his older brother asking me if I was married and how I laughed because I was 16. I hadn’t graduated from high school and thought anyone over 25 was pretty damn old.
Could tell him about how close I came to making my home somewhere in Israel and how close I came to doing all sorts of other things.
Could tell him about the connections I missed way back when and how some that I missed might circle back now or sometime in the not so distant future.
When you are in your late twenties or early thirties anything 20 years down the road seems like forever and then you blink.
Blink once and you have moved ten years ahead and then after the second you discover you’re old enough to be able to picture not having kids on the payroll and a time when retirement is possible.
A time when you start taking a hard look at everything you have and have done and realize you better map out out a couple of things because you understand how fast time moves.
May not be old, but certainly aren’t particularly young any more either and if you want to enjoy peace in your time you better think about how you’ll get there.
