Mea Culpa...

Okay, I noticed what you've probably are sick of by now... I talk a lot about the 80s. Sorry. It's like this. I graduated High School in 1980, went to college, got my first job, went into the Navy and saw some of Europe and Israel. All in the space of 10 years. In those ten years, I saw a lot of things. I saw the results of a terrorist bomb that injured my friends. I saw people with "hesitation marks" on their wrists from attempted suicides. I swam in the Dead Sea and stood atop Masada. I was drunk and pissed in a doorway possibly older than the United States. I played water polo, fenced (with foils), and soccer. I danced in night clubs from Ibeza, Spain to Waukegan, Ill. I saw a shooting star over the ocean, had the very breath taken from my lungs by the cold of a North Atlantic storm in Feburary. I got walking pneumonia from working a 24 hour watch and scrubbing a waste oil bilge in winter. I met a lot of women. I lost my virginity. My life was intense then. Because I didn't have the responsibilities I have now, I could take risks. Those things stay with you... Some of you had the 70s. Some, the 90s. And a few have right now as that time of your life. But, you can always have adventures. Never think that it stops once you reach a certain age. The risks might not be as great, the stakes not so high. But, there's always an untrodden path that starts at your door. Remember that...