More on Memories
I’m still carrying on from the day before when I talked about memories and friends. A second high school friend opined that for our generation (Memorial High School, 1964), it was usually the women who managed the social calendar. I agree with that. It was that way for me, plus we lived in my wife’s hometown of Pasadena and so it was natural that her friends became my friends. Also, it was good for me because I’d been a wandering boy all my life as the Navy moved my dad from town to town.
But over time I learned something essential. If you want to make friends, you have to put yourself out there. One sore spot for me was my high school. I was only there a year and a half and ended up with one, true friend for the longest time. In 2004, as our fortieth reunion approached, however, I decided to get involved in organizing the reunion. I met people, found out they remembered me, we had a good time. I worked on subsequent reunions. Provided the music for two of them. On our 50th reunion, we kicked out the jams. It was fun. Now I’ve bridged the gap and made friends that I wish I’d made way back then.
But I was young, and inexperienced and needed to learn and grow. The me of now was not the me of then. I have trouble figuring out how they even compare. Probably not at all. I have more confidence now for one thing. But here we are and as I said before why spend a lot of time plowing old ground. Sure, it’s easy but I might miss some really rewarding stuff right here in front of me, today. And that’s what I’m concentrating on, today and the todays still to come. So, let’s go. And play that funky music.