Old friends…

Gus Grissom Boyhood Home

Gus Grissom Boyhood Home (Photo credit: cindy47452)

While working today, a guy came up to me and started talking.  I kept thinking he looked awfully familiar, but I couldn’t place him.  Of course, once he told me his name, I knew exactly who he was.  Then we stood there talking for several minutes and caught up on what had been happening in our respective lives over the past few years.

Years ago, when I owned my little pizza place, he would come in and sit and talk.  I tell you, I sure did meet a lot of people back then.  And it’s such a pleasure when I run into someone from the good old days.  I have so many good memories of the time spent in that little restaurant watching Indiana basketball games with good friends.

Of course, everyone kind of moves to various points across the country and very rarely do they manage to make it back home…until they retire, that is.  I’m giving retirement some serious thought these days.  And I do believe I hear the sweet voice of home and friendship calling my name.

12 Responses

  1. Who said, “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”?

  2. I had no idea you used to own a pizza shop. That’s freaking awesome!

  3. I Had to retire age 27 or so…
    Would love to get out there again..
    But owning a company, that MUST have taken a lot out of you?

    Always good to meet people from the past…
    Everything happens for a reason I guess…


    • Well, I was a lot younger back then…early 20s when I bought it…owned it for 13 years, was really ready to get out of it by that time.

      • Sometimes its a case of “Enough, time for something new”
        That is how I felt when II sold the soccer club I owner. The work was too much for 1 man.

        Wise words x

  4. Ah, retirement. Aren’t you from a holler somewhere in the hills? I seem to recall a cracker house set at the end of a windy dirt lane, or maybe I’m confusing your real life with a story you wrote?

    Either way, I think home sounds lovely. Keep us updated!

    • Yep, we lived out in the middle of the woods…lots of streams, wildlife, ponds, etc…I loved to go hiking out to some of the old abandoned homesteads…I sure could see myself doing that again…not sure how much Spook would enjoy it tho…

      And, like you, I base a lot of my writing on my life…only the names have been changed…

  5. Bittersweet…thoughts of going home.

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