35!

Thirty-five years!  It’s hard to fully appreciate what a long time that really is.

Think about it. Thirty-five years is enough time to bring children into the world, raise them to adulthood, and watch them leave home and start their own lives.

How about thirty-five years measured in cars?  For me, that’s fifteen.  Homes and apartments?  Twelve.  Pets?  I can’t even count them all.

It’s long enough that as I sat to write this post, I had to really struggle to remember what life at Apex High School was like back in 1979.  Eventually, the memories have started coming back into focus, but they are way down deep inside, where they have laid quietly for most of my life. 

It feels good to wake them up.