{"id":68323,"date":"2011-10-21T09:35:26","date_gmt":"2011-10-21T13:35:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/68323\/memory-trippin\/"},"modified":"2011-10-21T09:35:26","modified_gmt":"2011-10-21T13:35:26","slug":"memory-trippin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/68323\/memory-trippin\/","title":{"rendered":"memory trippin&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font color=\"#000000\"><font size=\"4\"><font face=\"comic sans ms,sans-serif\">I got word yesterday that my first teacher (literally, not just metaphorically) had just passed away&#8230;the floodgates opened and the memories poured out to the point that I barely got any sleep last night&#8230;the only way I&#8217;m gonna get to the funeral is if I can borrow the roommate&#8217;s vehicle&#8211;an idea that didn&#8217;t sit well with her at all&#8230;<\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#000000\"><font size=\"4\"><font face=\"comic sans ms,sans-serif\">ten years after kindergarten, the teacher and I were reunited when I joined a band which included her oldest son&#8230;her husband was the band manager&#8230;quite a few years after that, I semi-spontaneously paid her a visit&#8230;I was probably hoping to run into her son John, but seeing her again was really nice&#8230;The way I remember it now she hadn&#8217;t changed a bit since 1969&#8230;I stopped by one more time not too long ago; she wasn&#8217;t home, but her youngest son was&#8230;he was the &#8220;spittin&#8217; image&#8221; of his brother John&#8211;I&#8217;m sure I looked as white as a sheet when I first saw him&#8230;<\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#000000\"><font size=\"4\"><font face=\"comic sans ms,sans-serif\">so for the time being, I&#8217;m having a fair amount of trouble keeping the focus on &#8220;now&#8221; because in my Mind I&#8217;m back in grade school&#8230;and grade school was in some ways much more fun than high school, and certainly more fun (most of the time) than adulthood&#8230;I think THAT&#8217;S a common sentiment BTW&#8230;for me personally, grade school was an escape from the domestic conflicts my parents had&#8211;Mom had a &#8220;fondness&#8221; for beer; me and Dad weren&#8217;t happy about that&#8230;oddly enough, the year I graduated from Grade school was the same year Mom got sober (that sobriety lasted ten years)&#8230;<\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#000000\"><font size=\"4\"><font face=\"comic sans ms,sans-serif\">in any case, it&#8217;s gonna be a very innaresting weekend, to put it mildly&#8230;<\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#000000\"><font size=\"4\"><font face=\"comic sans ms,sans-serif\">ADDENDUM&#8211;the flood of memories has slowed a bunch, but hasn&#8217;t completely stopped&#8230;it&#8217;s become like a CD player on REPEAT&#8230;uploaded the 2 class pictures I still have onto the other FB&#8230;they were taken 5 years apart&#8230;couldn&#8217;t remember most of the 1st Grade group, identified most of the later group&#8230;with three exceptions&#8230;there was a bit of &#8220;crossover&#8221; 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