Reminiscing

Old folks always reminisce, and tell the young how they recall

better days. I Remember when we used to hug our closest

relatives and good friends?

I remember the days when we shook hands with a new

acquaintance? I look back on those times when we were

packed 50, 60, 70-thousand strong into stadiums watch-

ing the home team play?

I Recall being sidled up to the person in front, and similarly

to the person behind? Could have been at the airport or cued

up in line to see the newly released Star Wars Movie.

Used to be you could lick a friend’s ice cream cone to taste

what the flavor was like. A sweet smooch on the lips or a more

passionate French Kiss, how I remember the bliss?

Oh, and the spontaneous relief of rubbing your eyes or scratch-

ing your cheek. Why yes indeed, those were the days, my friend,

days fondly remembered which we thought would never end.

Sure, there were still those back then who were worthy of dis-

pleasure and mistrust, the ugly and despicable one you would

never embrace. Not even 50 yards removed would be enough.

But then, it was our personal prerogative to pick and choose.

Now here’s the rub—You need not be too old to remember those

days of glory gone by, the better days before the virus went wild,

when much of your world seemed fine.

Today, sheltered in place and wearing a mask while adhering to

social distancing, merely being a teenager or in your early twenties

will do. Old enough to remember, you say? Welcome to the club.

                                 -30-

Chris Hanch 5-1-2020