I received an e-mail from an old friend. My leading chief in the USN. That reminded me of a time we visited them. Before wide use of cell phones. We were in Lancaster, PA. WE dropped in. They were going to a T-ball game where their grand son was playing, and invited us. I took some pictures, one of the kid when he started for first base. I see it often as it pops up here on the screen.
I thought it was time to thank Dan for all the times we visited and they entertained us. They have taken us the Harley Davidson Factory. A tour thru Amish country.There was one very good tour and dinner at an old mill on the Susquehanna River. They took us to President Buchanan’s house for a tour, and the T-ball game (and more).
When I mentioned the T-Ball game, Dan e-mailed back and said, That kid was Zach. He graduated from Penn State and is doing Grad studies at the University of Maryland.
WHAT? Impossible he is a little kid!
I sat, looked over at Sherry and told her what I had just learned, she thought for a minute (She is the family date/time keeper, she amazes me) Sure, that was about 1993 or so. The year we took our first trip to Cape Cod.
I MIGHT could have guessed within 5 years plus or minus of the trip to Cape Cod. I remember the great trip of course, even the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. Then on to Boston via the Mayflower replica. But the year? I am lost. GRADUATE STUDIES, the little kid?
I have noticed over the years my mind remembers folks the way I last saw them, one year or 50. Take this guy:
We were teen agers together. I liked him even thought my girlfriend dropped me for him. I joined the USMC, he moved to Miss, and lived in Cajun Country, then I heard he had Joined the USAF. I heard he married a sweet girl over in England but our paths never crossed again. WE received news about him at times but did not see him until a few years ago, I found him hiding from me in New Mexico. I still expected to see the guy above. He had been replaced by this guy:
It had been only sixty years since I saw him.
WE communicate now. WE hope to see him and his YOUNG PRETTY again wife soon, he says they are headed for Florida via Cajun Country.
I am thinking of the song a lot lately that says:
“Ain’t it funny how time slips away.”
These cars were built the last Year I saw Buddy