A Short Personal Post From Lynnrockets (Updated)
Nothing to do with politics tonight. Also, thankfully for me, no story of personal tragedy either (God, I’ve had enough of those already this year). I just thought that inasmuch as so many folks are beginning to put the pieces together and figure out who I am that maybe I would just post a little something about my night tonight. Sort of a diary thing.
As many of you now know, I lost both of my parents (and best friends) in the last few months. I then moved back into the house that I grew up in which is located on an island off the coast of Boston. All in all, not a bad place to be. It is somewhat odd to live in the smallest town in Massachusetts with many folks that I grew up with and have never left. Odd mind you, but now I think I am the luckiest person in the world ( or at least in the northeast).
Everyone comes from somewhere and this is my “where”. Tonight I rambled down to my local pub. This is not a rare occurrence by the way, as I’ve been known to do the same from time to time (OK, most of the time). I had so much fun drinking and playing around (and more drinking, did I ever mention I am Irish?) with so many of my old time school chums. It felt like something out of an old time Currier & Ives illustration. I’m very lucky to live in New England. Quite picturesque and all.
In any event, I was kidding around with some old high school chums of mine ( bookies, killers and thieves) and realized that we all share this same little world of ours. Here I am concerning myself with politics and the big picture while guys just like me are more concerned with the trials and tribulations of everyday life. I then realized that …
It’s not so bad being a beach boy.
This may be it. I think that I am burned out. I will post a few more articles that have been pre-written, but I don’t know if I’ll be back for awhile (if ever). Until then, here is something that always makes me cry. I hope you folks remember me as fondly…