Parts of my experience are like some other things in life and I’m constantly trying to figure out the meaning. For example; my vehicle is parked in the driveway exactly where I left it the Saturday before Katrina. Not that I am concerned about the availability or the price of gasoline, it sits there because I haven’t needed to drive anywhere.
Swimming in that swamp called nostalgia while trying to avoid being eaten by the alligators of sentimentality.
…and the news headlines still brings Monty Python to mind. (Clang!)