I've been mad busy. That's the reality of life, which explains the sporadic nature of my posts. This one will be short.
Day 11 - A picture of a cherished memory
It's by miracle on ice that this picture still even exists. In this photograph, (wait grampa, what's a photograph? Well, a photograph is when you are really hungry and don't want to spoil your dinner so you eat a light snack. Really? No. It's a desert from Germany... anyway) are a good amount of some of my closest friends from when I was 15 and they are all still great friends of mine. This picture was taken on Nantucket during the summer.
The back-story is that I used to work as a caddy on Nantucket during the summers for some old WASPS, and one summer and these characters came to visit me. Although I warned them that they should seek a hotel and somewhere to sleep, they showed up with a tent and planned on just sleeping in there, which would have been just fine, but the night they came over from the boat, instead of setting up their tent, we got really drunk and it was too dark to actually make that happen. They ended up sleeping on the ground, in puddles, using the tent as a blanket.
It was high school and we were all tight and we are fairly still close. It was great that these guys came out with little to no plans, weathering the weather, and still having a great time. It remains one of my favorite times in my life because we were just so confidently against the grain and still can all relate that way. The best part of looking back at a great memory with fondness as such is that we are those people, then and now and eventually. I'd go back to do it over again if I couldn't tomorrow. Thanks guys.
How's that for a cherished memory?
Did I touch you all over? and over again?
Till the light closes in,
Jack
