I am home in St. Louis for Father's Day and to attend my high school reunion. While here I decided to face my past and open three boxes from my past that are stowed in my parent's basement.
It's funny to see the contents of my hopes and aspirations laid out here.
To have curly hair.
To eat waffles.
To become a guitar God.
To play the piano.
To become multi-lingual.
To understand all sciences.
Funny enough, in my heart of hearts I find that some of my hopes and aspirations have not changed all that much. I guess now is as good a time as any to play around with them again. At least the more realistic ones.
