younger days

Graduation Season (MM #1885)

It’s graduation season. And that means my Facebook timeline will be filled with lots of smiling faces. Most of them wearing some sort of cap and gown. It’s a time for excitement and for fear. For me, it’s the time of year I feel…old….

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Fly On The Wall (MM #1867)

I have few regrets in life. Even if I had the chance to do some things over I’d probably do them the exact same way. But I’d love to be a fly on the wall. Because I’d love to go back and watch those events as they play out. Even if it was just to…

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What We Remember (MM #1834)

Do we have any control over what we remember? I was visiting a town I used to live in, and felt like I had never been there before. And I don’t think it was because things have changed that much. It made me wonder how we truly remember the things that do actually remember…

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Playing Dress Up (MM #1832)

When I was young we played dress up all the time. We dressed like super heroes, athletes, whatever we could imagine. Are kids today playing dress up? Has the world changed? I honestly don’t know. I hope not though…

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Every Saturday Night (MM #1788)

There’s a moment every Saturday night where I reflect on my youth. Saturday night was a strange night when I was growing up. It was strange because of what was on TV. Because every Saturday night I remember that back-to-back TV juggernaut of the Lawrence Welk Show and Hee Haw…

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Really Long Time (MM #1760)

Have you ever noticed that your perception of time changes as you age? What seemed like a really long time when I was young seems like mere moments today. Okay maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but time definitely shifts as you get older…

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Those Golden Oldies (MM #1758)

When I was a young man, I used to get tired of people who only listened to Motown music. They loved those golden oldies, and as a know-it-all young person they drove me crazy. Of course fast forward a few decades later and it looks like I’ve become and old fogey too. While I’m not…

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Climbing Stairs (MM #1752)

I’ve always hated climbing stairs. Maybe it started in my younger days when we used to have to run the stairs during basketball practice. I do know that my years playing basketball are part of the reason I have a big issue with stairs today…

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Recurring Dreams (MM #1736)

Most of us have recurring dreams. For some people it’s memories of their school days for others something completely different. I have a recurring dream, and it always comes back around the holidays…

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Only A Spectator (MM #1731)

Some of my earliest memories involve basketball. I’ve been around the basketball court most of my life, but over the years I’ve become only a spectator. I played in high school then moved on to the broadcast booth. Now, my nephews are playing ball and that’s actually an odd feeling for me…

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