![]() ![]() ![]() (We retirees have a plethora of activities to fill up our days. I was thinking about all of that yesterday as I channel surfed during the afternoon. More: A lovely spring stroll around Chelsea Parade with a detour to the Lower Falls ![]() What I do recall makes me shudder and I strive to remember as little as possible for as much as possible. The old man I've been sentenced to become never existed in those fevered fantasies of the young me and I am still amazed at how well I survived that person's excesses as if that were, itself, a success. I'm grateful I don't remember more about some of those nights and the state I was in, and I am grateful beyond words for somehow not succumbing because of behavior that went well beyond "youthful indiscretion" without harming myself or anyone else. This was long before Joseph Heller's "Closing Time" was a state of mind and an attitude check. Some of us, I think, probably didn't go home, or have homes to go home to, but leave we did. The folks who ran Olde Queens, and who probably still do, were always very patient with us, and much more kind than they needed to be (considering our age and the terrible fake IDs we all had) in moving us out when it was time to close. ![]()
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