As I grow older, I begin to realize that you can never go back to the "good old daze". I make it a point to try and never look back...you can't see what's up ahead if you're looking the other way......but every once in a while something triggers that longing to go back to the way things used to be...a song, a picture or even a random conversation with a total strnger in Ottaw, Canada. (Long story!) I hate when that happens. Puts me in the twilight zone for weeks.
To be continued.
To be continued.
