On life with a friend, Rod Serling, and caves generally…

You’ve just crossed over into the Twilight Night Gallery Presents...
No, that’s not quite right but close. Hey there, kiddies! Are you ready for today’s harrowing adventure?

So it’s about 2:30am and I’m drafting this on my Blackberry so it feels like I’ve crossed over into something. Don and I used to keep crazy hours like this. We’d sit across a late-night pizza and trade Monty Python or Ren and Stimpy lines faster and with more finesse than professional chess players trade moves. His cave was great for that; at the time he lived in a little town called Edison in a basement apartment; it was the best place for a good round of randomly yelling “Dinsdale!” at one another (if you don’t know Python the reference is lost on you…it was really quite hysterical).

What does that have to do with Rod Serling? Dunno, I’ve always been a fan. Anyway, that is what was on my mind when I woke up at about 2 this morning. I’m trying to work through this whole loss thing and it seems like each day (night?) I remember more tidbits about life when Don and I were in the same part of the space/time continuum. It helps; it makes me smile, such remembering. And makes it seem like he’s really not that far away.

spiny

Wednesday, April 29th, 2009 Confessions of a Cave Dweller

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