The Good Old Days
So I wrote a nice email to my friend Chris a little while ago. Just reminding him (like he needed reminding) of the good old days. He and I working at American General and not having any projects so we’d sit there in our cubes and play F-15 Strike Eagle III with the null modem cable between our machines. Then the Novell server dying and us sprinting to the elevators to go downstairs to ressurect the server.
Then it occurred to me how old I am now.
Jesus. When the hell did *I* become old?
I’m used to being the young guy. Not the OLD guy. How pathetic.
Pining for the old days isn’t the way to get things done. But I’ll be damned if I can get past it at this point. Maybe it’s the alcohol, the nostalgia – sucking me into its vortex of good memories and happier times.
Sadly I’m not 22 anymore. Despite the fact that I still feel like I am. I don’t feel ANY different, seriously. I still like to do the same things. It’s wierd – this age thing.
I’ve got to break out of this rut. I really need to take stock in my world over the coming weeks. I’ll be on vacation and I guess I couldn’t find a better time to do it.


