Not planning on blogging much today. Gonna take it easy and enjoy the weekend. Trying to get my mother to write something. And then blog it without her knowing. That's not blogiarism, is it? She can write really great stories. She started talking about the day I was born, and the days just before and after. And was telling me stuff I'd never even heard before. So I told her she needed to write it down. We'll see.
Flashback, 1989... My nickname for the last two years of high school was JT Love. (Yes, I know, now you've heard of me.) It came about the day we were ordering our National Honor Society shirts. (How many great stories have started with that line.) The faculty sponsor mentioned almost in passing that we could get our real name or a nickname on the back of the shirt. So NG suggested that I get "JT Love" on mine. It sounded like a good idea at the time. Much like I'm sure that New Coke sounded like a good idea at the time. And having Chevy Chase host a late-night talk show sounded like a good idea at the time. Anyway, it stuck. And it actually wasn't that bad. Even today, someone will occasionally refer to me by that name. But I'm a different man today. With a different body.
Flashback, 1980... I cooked supper last night and had family over. It was good. We sat around the table talking for half an hour or so after everyone had finished eating. Then my sister saw my Atari Flashback 2. Back in the day, Mom used to play Pac Man. She had a pattern she'd always follow and everything. I couldn't remember if my AF2 included Pac Man or not, but I hooked it up to see. It did not. However, my sister and I started playing against each other. Frog Pond. Combat. And eventually, Pong. Well, who knew in the year MMVI, Pong could still be so much fun? I mean, seriously, I could have just about designed this game on my old TRS-80. But somehow, the old Atari provided at least an hour of fun and laughter for us. After my sister and her husband left, Mom and I played a game of video checkers. I won. She left. And I felt bad for winning.
This post really has no ending. I used to lie awake at night and think I'd be thankful if I just lived to see the year 2000. I always felt I'd die young. Maybe everyone does. I don't know. Never could imagine myself being an adult. Just doesn't seem possible that JT Love is about to be 33.
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend. And if it snows where you are, please post pictures.
"Fifteen, there's still time for you. Twenty-two, I feel her too. Thirty-three, you're on your way. Every day's a new day..."