Question:
The other day, I went into a small cafe real early. Only two other people there, both sitting at a horseshoe shaped counter, so I joined them. No sense making the waitress run all over, you see.
Guy kept staring at me-made me a little nervous.
All of a sudden he grinned, then asked "Run thru Tyson's Woods lately?"
Took me a minute or two to remember where they were.
Back in the '60's, they were building this highway called 495 around Washington, D.C.
At a place now called Tyson's Corner, it was two lanes, both ways, but not open yet.
A group of young miscreants, out to wreck the very fabric of America, had taken it over for some (horrors) drag races.
They hadn't invited the Virginia State Police or the local authorities, but they showed up anyway.
Now, I'll admit I was there and even admit I was running thru the woods. Assisting the Police, you see.
Figured if I could catch the fastest of these young lawbreakers, I'd turn him over to the Police. Citizens Arrest, you know. Get a reward, maybe.
Didn't work.
HE COULDN'T KEEP UP!
We had a rather pleasant conversation, and as we left, he looked at me and sort of plaintifully asked, "Where did those young guys go? What happened to the years? Where did they go?"
Had no answer then, but as sometimes happens, I thought about it as I left.
Where did the years go?
They went into laughter, tears, happiness, sadness.
They went into the hazel eyes and sly smiles of a cute brunette who finally opted to turn 16 after 30 years of marriage.
They went into the laughter and sorrows and hopes of kids growing up.
They went like a mountain river, sometimes traveling so fast they foamed and leaped like a gazelle, sometimes slowing and nearly stopping, but always continuing towards their final destination, wherever that may be.
They went into LIVING, into that thing we call LIFE!
Were they all good? No. Neither were they all bad.
Overall they were satisfactory.
Would I change any of it? Doubtful, even if I could. They made me--ME!--and I'm fairly content with that individual.
The young man? He's still here. Just wish I could get this old fart to give me back his body. This one kinda creaks and groans, and doesn't always start well in the mornings.

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I hear you. My mind's 25 but my body is 60. Very depressing.

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Wuzzy, as always, very well said!

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Ahhh. Wuzzy..
So VERRRRRAAAA true.
The head tells me I'm still young... but this body is starting to have some arguments about that concept..
Kat
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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