I was talking to my Father the other day about the semi-charmed life I’ve led. No concrete complaints thus far. HOWEVER… I can be at The Rotten Kid’s softball game or in some sales meeting (When is the last time anyone made a god damned dime off of a Sales Meeting?). I might be in line at the bank or sitting in traffic, stewing in my own hateful juices, when my brain bends back to a glorious time or a lovely moment. Sometimes I’d WAY rather it was Sunday night around 7:45 at Malone’s, right when the volume gets turned up and I’m with Dale and Jeffy, sucking back far more than our fair share of Coronas. Each clear bottle of golden nectar doled out by the one and only Chris Matlock (can this bill be right? There’s no WAY we drank that many). All involved absent of ill will or any conceivable consequence. Its just nostalgia and I’m lucky to have the memories I do.