from here. but since i remain, a day does not go by when i am not reminded of something from my youth. like yesterday, while driving my daughter and her friends home from a day at the beach, we ended up passing an apartment building that had been home to two of my high school friends who got married at 19. a block up the street we passed the hospital where another friend had some scary surgery. and across the street from there was the corner where another friend died in a car crash.
by the time i was 40, five of the kids i hung out with in high school 