6.09.13

Outstanding series sweep by the Bruins! Tuukka has been lights out, and everyone has stepped it up. Onto the Stanley Cup finals vs. the Black Hawks.

Time does have a way of passing so quickly. My niece attended her junior prom last month, my nephew his junior high (do they still call them junior highs?) semi-formal (both more successful with members of their respective opposite sex than their Uncle Vito) and it seems like just yesterday that they were each newborns... With graduation season upon us: I graduated college twenty-five years ago (on the five-year plan,) high school thirty years ago (reunion coming up this fall) yet it feels like it was only a couple of years ago pledging (Jim Ford gave me my pledge pin, Jud Walton was my big brother,) parties, exchanges, Case Day and more at The Mu, being amply-served at The Pub by BDL, making the occasional trip over The Notch to South Hadley via Granby. Not many more years before that school sports practices and games and cruising the mean streets of Easton, hitting the power lines or Red Mill Road or somewhere to indulge in a few frosties, and more. (I probably should mention something about academics- I did graduate from high school and college. While neither was brain surgery some effort on my part wouldn't have hurt, either.) It doesn't seem all that long ago being a kid going off to North Easton Grammar School, playing up at Frothingham Park, family cookouts... None of it feels like 25, 30, 40 or more years ago.

And it's not about living in the past, tho' I sometimes have a tendency to do so; the cancer thing notwithstanding things are OK overall today, and there is something to be said for being a reasonably responsible- if not necessarily mature- adult. But sometimes it does all make me catch my breath and wonder "Whew, where did the time go?"

Seems somewhat apropos (especially the sex part...)