Friday, October 06, 2006
Another Place, Another Time
I miss people, places and things.
I miss things past.
What was that guy's name that I met in Rudy's Bar & Grill in Hell's Kitchen that was so fascinating?
What happened on the last episode of (the new) "Battlestar Galactica" that I watched two days ago?
When did my friend George jump into a swimming pool and break his neck?
What happened to my passport?
I can't remember.
And it's starting to worry me.
There is no history in my family of the disease that Alois Alzheimer diagnosed in 1906.
There is no history in my family of cancer, other than the intestinal cancer my Grandmother had and beat sometime in the 1980's.
There is no history in my family of leukemia, Parkinson’s, Lou Gering’s and all of those other proper nouns.
There is a history in my family among males of heart attack, but late in life, and sudden. Oh, so sudden.
There is a history in my family among males to drink themselves to death. Gangrene, even. Oh, so slow.
All of this to say that I think that I am okay.
Blame it on the nicotine withdrawal.
My memory loss officially worries me. It's been happening for "years," but I cannot remember for how long.
The photo is of "Scar" as "Vampiralla" many, many years ago.