Originally posted on August 15,2009
My friend.. Walter Dropo….January 30, 1923 - December 17, 2010
Yesterday I found a quiet isolated beach, yes you can still do that if you ride a bike on the Connecticut shoreline. I surprised myself when I came across this treasure especially on a Saturday. While there I had a chance to get in touch with myself and feel the calmness that I have normally but lately I have lost for no particular reason. I had the opportunity to walk along this stretch of beach and just pick my thoughts with the sound of the waves crashing in the background. At that moment I felt as though I belonged exactly where I was. I belonged at that spot at that moment in time. I was destined to be there at that moment. We can’t control what we think about because random thoughts keep overriding and interrupting by confusing us with the what-ifs and the, if that didn’t happen we would have, or I would have, or they will be, or whatever’s. Yesterday those, and this is the only way I can describe them, brain cookies were deleted and my thoughts were of the wonderful experiences in the past. It allowed me to think of the wonderful times I have had in my life just being me from when I was a little kid, I mean very little kid like going to kindergarten or first grade to walking on main street or going to the park with my beautiful young Mother. I thought of my Dad taking me to the Polo grounds in New York City in his 1936 Hudson Terraplane, he got so mad at that car when it wouldn't work, to see the Brooklyn Dodgers play baseball. I remembered going in his 1951 Ford to Fenway Park in Boston to see the Red Sox. I remember seeing Ted Williams, Jim Lonborg, Walter Dropo and Rico Petrocelli. Dropo said Hi to me as we stood by a fence waiting for them to come out after the game. After that it was like I knew him, like a friend of mine. I remember my first date, my first dance, my first car. My Dad gave me that car. Yes, it was a junk but to me it was new and it went 70 miles per hour. WOW!…..My first dog, my first cat. I was thinking how inexperienced and stupid I was then but who knew….I thought about the mistakes I made and what I learned from them. Oh, and how I thought I loved my first girlfriend. Nothing was ever going to change that. I remember someone told me it was puppy love. I thought that was nice. I thought of my friends back then and where they are now. All these memories, some wonderful, some not so good just wilted the nastiness and bad thoughts away… I know I should count my blessings and I do. I will continue to do that from now on, or I will try too. I always say they..I will try not to take things for granted and assume that I’m different because I’m not…… We are all the same and the same things happen to us only at different times. I am not unique.
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