Not on this crash

I have spent time with folks I haven't seen in 25 years. The family next door moved in on the very same day. It was tough to see a person I have known all my life pass away. I grew up with her children.

I was amazed to see a peer from next door. I am almost mortified by my hairdo at 13. I must be unusual in that I think very little about my childhood. I am not the type to reach out on Facebook and reconnect  My friend had a visitor who was in the kindergarten class with us. I was there but do not remember many of my classmates. I do remember my sweetheart from that class and she lives up the road.

I am amazed how when I look back my thoughts are more or less directed at the Hotel that is long gone or days in the Catskills.

Time is funny because although I have lost some hair and added a few pounds the there is next to no gray. My great grandfather died at 90 with almost no gray hairs and my grandmother dies at a similar age with none..

Maybe I am unusual in that I don't really think of the past. There are times folks track me down and I am mostly embarrassed at the lack of thought. Perhaps other then my time as a fashion executive I spent my days like Ringo Star surrounded by more interesting people

I was not on the Ferry that crashed. I got calls from Guyana and many other places.

The folks that are next door and are aware of my family history had a few laughs at my expense. Apparently, they are perplexed at how I became Guyanese. Usually when I describe the family overseas I describe the family in Guyana. Folks at work have laughs about that one. Unfortunately, when we have diversity fests I get listed as Belorussian, Ukrainian, Polish, Austrian, Hungarian, Turkish, Israeli, Russian but I state Guyanese. I apparently do not look Guyanese, but these people have never met a Guyanese person. Actually, when I was in country and someone asked, I joked that I got one head two arms two legs and pointed towards a man with one arm. Obviously he is not Guyanese.