It’s been 50 years since I sat in Monroe Park Richmond, Va.

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Interesting how places……people and things that were previously prominent in one’s life slip away

the memories remain but their importance changes and are replaced with new places…..people and things that have wrestled your attention away

 No….. I have no desire to return to that time…..walking on the edge is not only dangerous but it hurts your feet…. Let alone your head

It was wild as youth is supposed to be……. But some of us weren’t happy with the top floors of reality and we climbed out the window and climbed to oblivion some made it back……including myself barely…. Many didn’t

I don’t regret those days….. and they don’t haunt me but after escaping in my late 40’s ….. I don’t want to repeat them

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l remember a concert here…. and enthusiastic guy obviously under the influence of who knows what climbed the fountain…. appropriate fencing around it now, climbed to the top and his weight caused it to topple…….. he died as it landed on top of him

there were several occasions when things got out of control and chaos erupted…. One in particular…Cherry Blossom Festival

not suggesting much has changed as far as disruptions at public events….  those were just pertinent in my experience

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I write now to remember and reflect and to leave some type of record……. that will probably last as long as a pair of my underwear

it is a very short stroll……. I was told that hundreds of times but few pay attention until the light at the end of the tunnel is visible

I paid to park……comical when you think about paying to park on a public street…. But I hesitate from laughing

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in reality society sometimes moves forward…. Sometimes backwards….. I suppose that’s a matter of opinion

so you can revisit but you can’t go back

and I’m okay with that….. l learned a few things and survived

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