sometimes you CAN go home again
went to a funeral today…my kindergarten teacher…she was also (ten years later) the Mother of the bass player in my first band…I STILL look up to him…and I was pleased that he seemed pleased to see me after nearly 40 years (there was a brief encounter sometime in the 80s though) and remembered more stuff than I thought he would…one of my grade school classmates was there and we chatted a bit…and the daughter of one of my teachers was also there, SHE used to interrupt her Mom’s class right before Lunch to get her Lunch money…There was a service, the grave site service and a gathering in the social hall afterwards…That Church (and the School–which closed down in 2007) were a HUGE part of my life from 1960 thru 1969…I felt like I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone…and it felt good, even though I was at a funeral…but tomorrow is another day, back to the “normal” routine…