Oooh Clint, in many ways(but differently) your story touched into my Ivory Tower syndrome. There was a more recent time in my life I was a more 'social' human. About 12 years or so ago I was on one of my regular social group meetings at an open street gathering spot. The tables set up in the middle of a traffic free street in the heart of the '๐ Village's that Manchester is famous for. Things were being drunk, chatter loud, cruising all around. A typical summer evening in ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ฌ๐ง My two friends C&C were holding host and queen ๐ 'C' came back from the bar and announced one of his aquantantance had told him he remembered me from one of the first ๐ relationships I ever had. He was a friend who weekend visited us. I was gobsmacked well and truly as I couldn't remember him from Adam, physically, just his visiting us. The actual visit was sometimes back in the mid 1970's. It's funny/strange how he remembered me from all that time ago. Sadly, as was my nature those 12 years back I didn't follow it up, the water under the bridge syndrome ๐ So Clint have a great memorial visit for Abby. Now, I've not done anything 'Great or outstanding' in my life but I've lived an (exciting) and varied life...my way...If I ever put it down on paper in a book/novelleta it would make a good read ๐๐๐ฒ Cheers DougT ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ฌ๐ง
Oh, Mr. Doug, I do hope you will write down some of those bones one day soon. Cuz I, for one, would love to read it. Just this comment floods me with images of times pastโฆand times remembered. Even if all the details are fuzzy, fuzzy pictures make for the best memories. :-) Cheers, my dears!
Oooh Clint, in many ways(but differently) your story touched into my Ivory Tower syndrome. There was a more recent time in my life I was a more 'social' human. About 12 years or so ago I was on one of my regular social group meetings at an open street gathering spot. The tables set up in the middle of a traffic free street in the heart of the '๐ Village's that Manchester is famous for. Things were being drunk, chatter loud, cruising all around. A typical summer evening in ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ฌ๐ง My two friends C&C were holding host and queen ๐ 'C' came back from the bar and announced one of his aquantantance had told him he remembered me from one of the first ๐ relationships I ever had. He was a friend who weekend visited us. I was gobsmacked well and truly as I couldn't remember him from Adam, physically, just his visiting us. The actual visit was sometimes back in the mid 1970's. It's funny/strange how he remembered me from all that time ago. Sadly, as was my nature those 12 years back I didn't follow it up, the water under the bridge syndrome ๐ So Clint have a great memorial visit for Abby. Now, I've not done anything 'Great or outstanding' in my life but I've lived an (exciting) and varied life...my way...If I ever put it down on paper in a book/novelleta it would make a good read ๐๐๐ฒ Cheers DougT ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ฌ๐ง
Oh, Mr. Doug, I do hope you will write down some of those bones one day soon. Cuz I, for one, would love to read it. Just this comment floods me with images of times pastโฆand times remembered. Even if all the details are fuzzy, fuzzy pictures make for the best memories. :-) Cheers, my dears!
Fuzzy warm memories are the best cause you can always skip the grey areas faster ๐คจ Cheers DougT