As I sit here in my recliner, trying to come up with something to write about, I think back on everything that has happened to me since my last Journal/Story Entry, and … —I’ve got absolutely nothing …
I did go over to my Uncle Bubba’s house to get things I had stored in his storage shed.
When I moved my life from Huntsville, Alabama, down to here, where I currently live, I needed a place to put everything— And we had no space here.
So, my Uncle Bubba let me use his storage shed for a few years.
As I went through everything I had stored, I realized something; these are all “Bachelor Pad” things.
I pulled out my picture frame that has most of the ticket stubs to concerts I had attended at one time.
It’s the basic stuff for a guy living in the South.
-Pink Floyd
-Lynyrd Skynyrd
-Aerosmith
-Unused, Front Row, Creed Ticket
-Hank Jr.
-More Skynyrd
-Motley Crue
-Poison
-Molly Hatchet
and it keeps going. Maybe 25 tickets. I didn’t always keep my ticket stub. But I kept that unused “Creed” ticket…
I then found my record collection:
-The Wall
-Dark Side
And many more…
I set them back in their box and kept looking around.
I got a little sad thinking of times past. Memories can do that to you.
Each “thing” that I had stored away brought back a particular memory.
Don’t get me wrong; they were all Happy Memories.
Maybe a little sad because that twenty-something-year-old is now Forty-Five. —That kid is gone. I’m betting everyone feels that way at times.
I then found my CDs. Four Tote Boxes full of CDs.
All of it now fits on my phone.
Then, I found something that may pay off big.
A disposable camera that had not gotten developed yet.
Then, another roll of film that had not yet gotten developed.
I carried both to CVS and had them send both off to get developed.
It will take three weeks for the film to get developed and get back to me.
In the meantime, I feel like a kid waiting on Christmas Day.
I can’t wait to see what memories I have.
—Two weeks, six days, and counting.
I guess I did have a story to tell after all.
Love you,
–Lynn
