Coming Home (Homecoming)
My commute is just a short walk, I work two blocks from home.
Every day as soon as I get home, my dog runs up to greet me at the door, my youngest daughter screams “DADDY!” and drops whatever she is doing to give me a hug. My older daughter, if she's in the room, gives me a bland "Hey Dad", and my wife usually asks "How was work?"
Today something different.
My wife says “You got a letter… up there… from some Judy chick”. I look over the envelope, not recognizing the name or the address. Nevada? Who do I know from Nevada? I tear open the envelope and pull out the hand written letter. HAND WRITTEN!!! Man – that’s a lost art form! Does anybody really hand write letters anymore. I start to read the letter dated 3/17/09 … It begins with “Hey Scott!”… Whoever this Judy person is, she seems to know me.
AH-HAAA! - That Judy!
Judy from Walgreens – it’s been like Umpteen Jillion years since I’ve thought about Judy and the rest of the gang from Walgreens. What a crazy wacky fun time we all had back then in the early ‘80s. I sense my wife talking to me … calling my name… but I can’t really even hear her. My mind is overflowing with images, memories of that time… Whoa, the colors!!! The COLORS!!!!
Ya Got Me!
Judy’s coming back to Milwaukee for a visit this summer. She would like to see some of the old gang, and is trying to locate some of us. I spent the rest of the evening and part of the “wee” hours surfing FaceBook, Classmates, and Googling names and stuff till I’m bleary eyed. The next day at work I have a hard time concentrating. I find myself jotting down notes and names and stuff throughout the day.
This is your brain – This is your brain from the ‘80’s
I’m getting old. I can’t remember anything anymore. Maybe it was all the drinking I did in the ‘80’s. I stopped drinking in 1990 when I met my wife. Now I’m having trouble with names. There were a lot of people that came and went from Photoland/Walgreens during the years I worked there. I can see the faces, I hear their voices ( no, not that kind of hearing voices…) But I just can’t remember some of the names.
Blogger to the rescue
Judy has some people to find and contact. I have some thoughts and memories to share. I’m sure, if you are reading this - You have stories, pictures, memories and other things to share too. Is the internet the “big hook up”? Will we all connect? Is anybody out there? Let’s find out.
And so the blog begins.... :)
My commute is just a short walk, I work two blocks from home.
Every day as soon as I get home, my dog runs up to greet me at the door, my youngest daughter screams “DADDY!” and drops whatever she is doing to give me a hug. My older daughter, if she's in the room, gives me a bland "Hey Dad", and my wife usually asks "How was work?"
Today something different.
My wife says “You got a letter… up there… from some Judy chick”. I look over the envelope, not recognizing the name or the address. Nevada? Who do I know from Nevada? I tear open the envelope and pull out the hand written letter. HAND WRITTEN!!! Man – that’s a lost art form! Does anybody really hand write letters anymore. I start to read the letter dated 3/17/09 … It begins with “Hey Scott!”… Whoever this Judy person is, she seems to know me.
AH-HAAA! - That Judy!
Judy from Walgreens – it’s been like Umpteen Jillion years since I’ve thought about Judy and the rest of the gang from Walgreens. What a crazy wacky fun time we all had back then in the early ‘80s. I sense my wife talking to me … calling my name… but I can’t really even hear her. My mind is overflowing with images, memories of that time… Whoa, the colors!!! The COLORS!!!!
Ya Got Me!
Judy’s coming back to Milwaukee for a visit this summer. She would like to see some of the old gang, and is trying to locate some of us. I spent the rest of the evening and part of the “wee” hours surfing FaceBook, Classmates, and Googling names and stuff till I’m bleary eyed. The next day at work I have a hard time concentrating. I find myself jotting down notes and names and stuff throughout the day.
This is your brain – This is your brain from the ‘80’s
I’m getting old. I can’t remember anything anymore. Maybe it was all the drinking I did in the ‘80’s. I stopped drinking in 1990 when I met my wife. Now I’m having trouble with names. There were a lot of people that came and went from Photoland/Walgreens during the years I worked there. I can see the faces, I hear their voices ( no, not that kind of hearing voices…) But I just can’t remember some of the names.
Blogger to the rescue
Judy has some people to find and contact. I have some thoughts and memories to share. I’m sure, if you are reading this - You have stories, pictures, memories and other things to share too. Is the internet the “big hook up”? Will we all connect? Is anybody out there? Let’s find out.
And so the blog begins.... :)
Judy points out her favorite fly.
What a cool posting here! Thanks for the memories! Glad to know Mel is well! I look forward to the"Reunion" when Judy is in town again!
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Ok I found the Motivator!...weren't those bees? Bob has a story about the bees you caught, Scott!
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