tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931353.post6575146898673427325..comments2023-10-28T09:25:39.790-04:00Comments on The Atavist: Wanderers, past and presentThe Atavisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529157597486952484noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931353.post-38300620913423792962007-05-30T23:23:00.000-04:002007-05-30T23:23:00.000-04:00Ahhh, screwool-daze...Thank God they'll never come...Ahhh, screwool-daze...Thank God they'll never come again. I can count on the fingers of one hand all the friends I had, and most of the rest of my classmates are either dead or in jail - mostly the latter! Of course, the real rectums went on to the blissful realm of the living dead: The middle-class American hellhole of debt and no-meaning, dead-end busywork and the inalienable right to an oppressive mortgage and health problems by the time you're 35.<BR/>By God's grace, I've avoided all that. I also have the look-back habit, but believe the ability to not remember maybe a blessing rather than a curse. The longer I live, the fewer painful memories emerge from the morass to interrupt coherent thought, the easier it is to ignore the ghosts.<BR/>I'm comforted by the knowledge that most of the people I went to school with weren't really, intentionally mean, just reacting to the reality that government coercion is antagonistic to learning, especially when one has no sense of him/herself as of yet.TheWayfarerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15074292938877766871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931353.post-13507617450290246702007-05-29T10:38:00.000-04:002007-05-29T10:38:00.000-04:00I too wonder how people I knew in the past are doi...I too wonder how people I knew in the past are doing. I still keep up with the crowd I ran around with in college, but there are several people from other times I wish I knew about.<BR/><BR/>I don't know why there is a propensity to look back the older we get.Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13690660290319444722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931353.post-52539155252614844132007-05-29T08:40:00.000-04:002007-05-29T08:40:00.000-04:00I went to four elementary schools and two high sch...I went to four elementary schools and two high schools and have lost track of just about everyone.<BR/><BR/>My brother-in-law calls Alzheimers 'old-timers' disease too. That is one affliction I can really do without. It's bad enough now; can you imagine not recognizing your spouse or children or having any real clue who you are? That would be dreadful!The Atavisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12529157597486952484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931353.post-55832813266927296772007-05-29T00:46:00.000-04:002007-05-29T00:46:00.000-04:00It's been 32 years since I graduated high school. ...It's been 32 years since I graduated high school. Most of the people I went to school with are still living near my hometown. In fact only a few of my former classmates ever left the state of Montana. <BR/><BR/>I still remember their names and even some of their old phone numbers (of course that was back when you HAD to know the number or look it up in the *Gasp* phone book). <BR/><BR/>I have a harder time remembering the names of people I have met in recent years, for some reason. My dad says it's because I have old-timers disease. ;-)dmmgmfmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09872482306885344135noreply@blogger.com