Tonite was the third wake this week of a childhood friend's parent. Three deaths with in a week. Three lifetimes gone.
After a brisk walk up a cold Chicago street, we stopped at our local favorite hot dog joint - Superdawg!
Many beers flowed at the bar later and out poured names and stories I had not heard in years.Mysteries solved, tales told, lost loves, friends and foes no longer with us.
The years always melt away when I am with this circle of friends. Suddenly, I am 10 years old again. The past rushes by at light speed. 45 fucking years - how?
Out on the street again, walking back to the cars, passing a joint like we did so many years ago.
The oldies music always sounds soooooo good at a time like this. |