Donn Garrett in the song, Daily Groan, embraces the growing difference between the the man inside and the the man outside. Like Donn when I look in the mirror I now understand just what people don’t see.
I have incredibly fond memories. Even if those memories are found in “faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases…” and my memories are in bits and pieces. (Of course the lines and creases are not limited to the photographs). Continue reading “A Journey Measured in Years. 37.”