Night Music
Good morning. It’s Saturday. Earlier in the year I thought I might go back to taking weekends off. But that has turned out to be a bad idea. Apparently, I need the discipline of writing every day to keep my mind and body on track. Of course, there will still be days when I don’t write for a variety of reasons, because realistically I’ll need some time to recuperate on occasion. But this isn’t one of them. And all this just feels right.
I’m in Houston, my old stomping grounds. I’m visiting friends and family and we went to listen to music last night in the Heights at a converted theater. Great place. Great show. We rambled into the Montrose area for dinner to start the evening, and that was nice. I was reminded how much I miss the big city of Houston with all its alleyways, and byways, and great places to dine. Plus, there was rain which always seemed a staple of the Bayou city and was most welcome.
At this stage of my life everything seems mostly memories, especially when I’m in Houston where I raised a family and made a life and the memories are piled up like snowdrifts on the great plains. But luckily, I still have nights like yesterday where I made new memories with folks making memories of their own, and I think I still have some years left in the memory making business, partly because I still have my kids and young friends. And it’s not a bad thing to be remembered as an old man dancing in the dark and singing the songs of a band we love. Not a bad thing at all.