Dec. 20: What you mean to me
In December of 2008, I went to New York City. The reason I went was to watch the Calgary Flames play the New York Rangers. This was an era before smartphones so all the information I needed was on a folded up piece of paper in my back pocket. That paper had the contact information of a friend in New York City, the address of the hotel where I was staying, the departure time of the bus that would take me back to Canada, and all sorts of other data.
As I wolfed down one of New York City's famous street corner hot dogs, I glanced at that paper and realized how important it was to me. If it got carried away by a gust of wind, I'd have been as lost as Theseus in the labyrinth. So yeah, that paper meant a lot to me.
But two days later, when I was safely back in Ontario, it was useless. I threw it away.
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Life is a sad dance. We waltz in and out of each other's lives. On Monday, we're one of the most important people in the world. By Wednesday, we're only semi-important. By Friday, we won't even make the top ten list. Heck, we might not even make the top fifty.
There was a kid in Kingston who, whenever I visited, was so excited that he would run out to the parking lot to greet me. He stayed close during my entire time there. But time does what it always does - it marches on and - in the words of Peter, Paul, and Mary - "A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys.
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