The Snow Turned Into Rain

The trip to visit my parents is winding down and in a few hours I’ll be on my way back to South Carolina and my version of “Realsville”.

Aside from trying to help my parents with several issues, (stressing “tried”) I ran into several people I have not seen in many years …parents of kids I played with forty years ago, one  friend who was a regular, childhood  playmate that I had not seen since since we graduated from WHRHS in  1978, having breakfast with my parents  in the diner that is still owned by the same brothers that ran it in the 1970’s and lastly, while at church with my parents, bumping into  a relative via my marriage that I have not seen in a few years.

Memories, most good, some melancholy… all welcome.

Since I’ll be traveling and then catching up when I get home,  I will note that Tuesday is the seventh anniversary of the death of Dan Fogelberg.

Many have described Dan writing “the soundtrack of my life”.  I include myself in that group, especially with much of Dan’s early material. You can put his name in my blog’s  search box and get the stories.

One of Dan’s biggest, if not his biggest hit, was An Auld Lang Syne.  No, I didn’t run into an old girl friend, but running into “the past” caused some of the same reactions.

It is all part of what made me what I am today.