Monday, March 31, 2008
We had birthdays every month.
Children stayed children forever.
Cats didn't shed.
Self-doubt didn't exist.
We didn't live in such a corporate, mean world.
Saturdays were twice as long.
Ice cream wouldn't make us fat.
Bad skin really did clear up in our 20s.
More people read my blog.
I didn't care quite so much.
My best friend didn't live so far away.
I had a running partner.
Sons and daughters weren't dying overseas for nothing.
Everybody -- and everything -- had a home.
Michael Landon wasn't dead. Greg the yellow Wiggle wasn't sick. Michael J. Fox didn't have Parkinson's Disease.
I could change the world.
For another quiet, happy year.
Happy (belated) birthday, Dane.