surrounded in the francais schoolboys like I, chase through stone corridors in jest pass tank topped bread makers and rum runners filling dark sacks who was I to speak to the going-ons of this foreign land take me instead to the countryside in an hour less a half share with me tales let me sip wine and pretend that I am a man
I received a comment on my blog this morning that was left on yesterday’s entry. It not only blew me away, but it also hyper-spaced me down memory lane. It was from an old friend of mine from my childhood. Scratch that, an old best friend of mine, and boy did it instantly put a smile on my face. I literally laughed out loud when I saw the handle that this person had used to post the comment. As you WordPress users already know, comments on your blog are sometimes left there by fellow bloggers, but sometimes they are left from email followers. I pretty much know all my email followers personally as they are mostly friends, family, and the odd coworker past and present. This person though, I believe has been visiting my blog for some time now and has finally made me aware of it in a very subtle way. Well, at least I’m 99.9% sure it is. I mean, it has to be. There is only a few living souls that I know on the face of this earth that would know the legend of the “Wolverine Gull”. (Dramatic voice)
It was one of the hottest days that summer. We hung outside the apartment all afternoon drinking London Dock mixed with Lemonade. You kept singing the sweater song by Weezer at the top of your lungs. Both of us…not a care in the world.