Time moves slow when your young and gains speed when you start looking back. I can look back more than sixty years. I remember walking across town as a young boy to see the girl from school and on the way back blackbirds attacked me. Back then a young boy could walk across town without fear.
Snickers and me after the Super Bowl.
posted by dougo at 3:20 AM
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I have always enjoyed taking that road less traveled, so maybe that why I spent 30 years on the road as a salesmen.
