Recently...

Recently I have been taking a cup of coffee later in the day, around nine P.M. or so, right about now. Its coffee left from the morning pot. You may not think it would be too tasty, but I think in these times waste not want not applies. We shouldn’t be taking anything for granted in these times. The coffee doesn’t really keep me awake, either. I still pass out reclined back in the computer chair with the jams thumping softly.
(CSNY- Déjà vu)
I came up in high school wanting really badly to be a hippie; but I was around twenty years too late. Don’t get it wrong, though my father went to Marshall so he didn’t have to go to Vietnam, neither one of my folks were exactly rabble rousers. I came about the freakisms on my own. It was really a lot more George Jones than George Harrison where I was, but it was OK.
In Winter 1994/95 I met someone who had been to Woodstock in 1969 and then again to the one in 1994, only a few month’s prior. He told me that the main difference between the two shows was the violence in the kids. He said that in 1969, everyone was so on edge about, I guess, everything, that you were waiting each moment for a riot to break out. There were so many different niche groups of people. That you were so suspicious of your neighbor, times were then, that you didn’t trust anyone. “It created an edgy paranoia,” he told me. So much for peace and love.
The coffee is quite good tonight, I dig the brief late day brain jolt you get when that caffeine kicks in. We’ve got Starbucks here at the house out the ying, but I’m eyeballin a pound of Dunkin Donuts coffee I got in my stocking. Stockings are good.
The river here in town is frozen over in the shallow spots. We haven’t had too much below freezing weather here. We’ve had as much 60-degree weather here as we have had 20 degree weather. It amazes how differently the weather is now compared to just twenty years ago. When I was a sophomore in high school, and it really sucks that it was twenty years ago, we missed almost the entire month of December for snow. Now I haven’t seen snow more than a flake or two in almost five winters. It barely gets even gets cold anymore. Doesn’t it ever make you wonder what we’re doing to our home?
Do You Know?
Do You Wonder?
What’s Goin On?
Down Under You?

I wonder what it will be like in 20 more. No, life is surely not what it once was. I am enduring lately a serious yearning for the times and places of my childhood when before I have had none. I left 14 years ago, but I woke up one day and there it was. But where did it come from, and when will it leave me? Such acute sadness there is some days, very little pleasure from the happy memories I own.
Mmm, chocolate and coffee now. I may be able to stay up late after all.


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