So I've been tweaking things...

as I try and figure out what I what to accomplish with the ole blog. It's gotta be more than an online fishing journal, because in actuality (and unfortunately) fishing takes up very little of my time. And on the other hand, there are some more personal things I'd prefer not to have posted on the open 'Net....fortunately I have a more secure environment for that kind of crap. However, if I manage to turn another REM song into a header, feel free to scramble my brains with an icepick.

Anyway. Since running across my high school bud Tri-Daddy, I've been a touch overly nostalgic for the past couple of weeks. The 20 year reunion is this fall. I've been thinking back to high school, hanging out with Tri-Daddy and Tex, going to a football...HA!...going to a football game with Randy and Doug and meeting up with Randy's girlfriend and some of her friends...and singing "Ramble On" by Led Zeppelin for some reason...Randy coming up to my locker that following Monday and announcing, like a character in a John Waters film, that I was "in demand at Holy Name"... and the mayhem that ensued from that point forward. Tri-Daddy and I going into the bar across from the Hope Rescue Mission (think the Dickinson bar in Animal House--"Can I dance wif yo dates?") and trying to get beer, me in a "Bill the Cat" t-shirt and he in plaid pastel Bermuda shorts. Shot down, needless to say.

'Twenty years' is relevant in a distant sort of way, but something hit home when I went in to the office today. The local station was having an Alternative Classic weekend--the bands that changed music from hair bands to grunge/heavier rock. Bands like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Bush, Soundgarden. And me being as into music as I was, I can remember where I was and what I was doing the first time I heard "Smells Like Teen Spirit". How can that be Classic???? And it hit me like a ton of bricks when I realised it's been 16 years since that came out:

Holy shit. I'm old.