Showing posts from December, 2017

Feeling Nostalgic

When the only way to reach someone, who was not already standing right in front of you, was to call them on the phone and hope they were home or write them a letter and drop it in the mail or get yourself physically over to their dwelling place and leave a paper note taped to their door, that was when showing up to regularly scheduled events was really important.School, church, work. Getting a hold of you was actually quite difficult, and the present moment did a much better job. Sure, there were still the day-dreamers who couldn’t be contained by glass and concrete.But most of us were stuck in our immediate surroundings and unknowingly happier than if we had had a tap on everything and everyone else in the world like we do now.

When my tweenage friends and I were wandering through the woods miles from our houses, that’s where we were.We knew we weren’t supposed to be, but we were.No one could call a rectangle in our pockets to tell us of a better party across town, or remind us to be…