I was Thinking, or Not

Just a Song before I go, a lesson to be learned, traveling twice the speed of sound it is easy to get burned.  However, it is better to burn out than to fade away.  And finally, wooden ships, and our house is a very, very fine house.  That is all, thank you.

About 21 years ago I sat down to write a little short about something, and it just was not there, but now it makes a little more sense.  I will dust off this little bit and publish it here, and see if it doesn't make a few people think.  Of course this will be the edited version, and I hope I don't taint it to much, but I will do my best not to let the now enter the past.  Look for it to hit the blog near the end of the week, around Friday.

“What the hell have I told you, if I don’t show up here by 10 you are to call me and remind me to call my fucking wife, you stupid bitch.” he bellowed at the receptionist immediately upon entering the front door. From the sales office, the words are garbled and lost in the insulation, I was standing in the room, there was no mistaking what he said. Time has a way of slowing down sometimes, it might just be me, but it seems like time slows in certain situations, even though I do not particularly notice it while it is happening.  It is the memory that is slow in replay I am certain, the immediate replay, the subsequent ones all seem to follow time space rules. The office manager always carried an umbrella, in case of rain, I suppose.  When it raised I did not hesitate, I did not think, I reacted. I now have to slow things down to remember them, as I said the subsequent memories are in real time, and it is a blur of furry in real time. The appointment cards seem to find their ...