I appreciate everyone's concern over the last blog.  Really, I'm all right.  I just wanted to ponder some things and let my writing trace my thoughts in hopes of figuring them out.  That second half actually turned into a decent little essay, though I suppose only the theme song to "The Gilmore Girls" would do it proper justice. 

Why do I have such a problem with "The Gilmore Girls"?  I'm not even sure.  It was the first show that I thought the mom was wayyyy hotter than the daughter, which I guess is a sort of milestone in everyone's history.... kind of like when you realize that the biggest baseball and basketball stars are younger than you are, or when you realize that freshmen in your class have no idea who Mr. Miyagi was because they weren't born yet.

If you're a new reader to my blog because I just found you from my name searching, please don't be offended by all that.  I only searched for people I wanted to find, so if I found you, I wanted to.  Trust me, there are people I don't ever want to find again, and I purposely haven't even looked for them.  It's good to see that people are doing well, regardless of how much living in the past we actually end up doing together. 

The strangest thing was how few of the names I remember anything about from music camp, which was a huge social milestone for me at the time.  I looked through pages and pages of a book that I had everyone I wanted to remember sign, and so many of the names draw complete blanks.  It's almost like walking through a graveyard where the stones are all marble and worn to nothing by acid rain.  So many people and no memory.

If you're an old friend from camp and I found you, you should feel special.  I only looked for those about whom I could remember something substantative.  Everyone else is gone like a fart in the wind. 

So sad.