tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209454392767091494.post1322219257465967367..comments2023-09-10T06:54:01.266-07:00Comments on Middle-Age Cranky: When Memories CollideHoward Baldwin - Columnisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16235572453508416261noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209454392767091494.post-22184499452383091642009-07-07T19:35:48.429-07:002009-07-07T19:35:48.429-07:00Trying yet again.Trying yet again.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06281442283025107497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209454392767091494.post-30346963383738216582009-07-06T18:24:46.242-07:002009-07-06T18:24:46.242-07:00I have to say my eyes went misty when I read the l...I have to say my eyes went misty when I read the last paragraph of your blog.....is it the wine I am drinking thinking of life and my kids...or is it the next card game we play....can I buy that?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13292609739844630749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209454392767091494.post-83193369300963052002009-07-06T10:42:59.973-07:002009-07-06T10:42:59.973-07:00At this same 4th of July weekend gathering, I also...At this same 4th of July weekend gathering, I also heard our niece, Emma, say she had only 6 weeks to go before starting kindergarten. Her youthful exuberance brought a smile to my face – some 40 years after beginning kindergarten myself. The precise moment when a person begins his or her formal educational experience is a significant life event that will not be forgotten as easily as whether a card that has been played is alive or dead.<br /><br />These monumental events occur along side the mundane humdrum routine. Nevertheless, we are here to experience them all together!Kailua Surfriderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10419398589649356872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209454392767091494.post-81818643597634658542009-07-06T08:44:11.713-07:002009-07-06T08:44:11.713-07:00So we gathered this weekend for a family fourth of...So we gathered this weekend for a family fourth of July and Emma, my five year old niece, said... "You know, a long time ago I remember doing the fireworks dance... I think I was four, I can't remember." And you know what, I couldn't remember either... Was she four or could it have been so far back that she was three... I mean, I think at two she wasn't dancing or maybe she was, I can't remember. It seems that more often, I am playing the process of elimination game and asking myself questions like, "What round is this, three threes?" I just can't remember. But when surrounded by family or friends that are basically family...they provide a fabulous assist to helping me remember and giving me new memories that I'm sure to never forget. That's my point, and I think I have one...Kailua Surfriderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10419398589649356872noreply@blogger.com