The Over the Hill Gang have reached that “men of a certain age” stage of life, a time when we take note of the high mileage on our bodies’ odometers and ruminate about our preferred exit ramp from this mortal highway that has taken us through the wild lands of sunlight and shadow, tears and laughter, storms and halcyon days.
Great times. I go back there often. Last year, Donna Perkins and I went back to the apartment on 11th and we were invited in to look around. The first floor is mostly one big room, with a bar and a refrigerator at one end. I didnt go upstairs. I asked if the place was still haunted, and the one girl made a face and said some curious things had been going on.
Mary Sue hasn't called me in over a decade, so I have that to be thankful for.
Brilliant! I like to think of stepping off from this life and into what's next. It's the transitions that are sort of terrifying.
I like this one, Y. But I don't. For reasons.
Great times. I go back there often. Last year, Donna Perkins and I went back to the apartment on 11th and we were invited in to look around. The first floor is mostly one big room, with a bar and a refrigerator at one end. I didnt go upstairs. I asked if the place was still haunted, and the one girl made a face and said some curious things had been going on.
Mary Sue hasn't called me in over a decade, so I have that to be thankful for.
I believe it was Michael who said it was his plan to tap-dance on your coffin. Or it was you, on his.
It was one of those pacts that did not work out. But I remember joyful times in our lives when we both danced.