When I awoke at 5 something this morning, it was from a dream in which I was in the mountains near Los Angeles attending a big promotional getaway targeted for teenagers.
In this getaway they were happily sliding down slides into a big mountain stream, their voices and their laughter echoing. They were also involved in other enjoyable activities.
But not me. I was busy working and only occasionally watched them, as they in turn looked suspiciously at this old guy (me) wondering what he was doing there. I wondered too.
At age 69, I'd like to think I'm still a lot of fun to be with but I'm afraid that fun doesn't include teenagers of which I've not been one in nearly 50 years.
In fairness, I've grown so much in those 50 years, I really don't want to be the person I was in order to recapture a youth I'm not seeking.
Dick
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