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.
- Indiana Basketball: 5 Facts Every Hoosiers Fan Must Know About 2014 Roster (bleacherreport.com)
- Going home (jennycornwall.wordpress.com)