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I love this post. And she’s right, sometime the myth beats out the actual facts of what really happened. But I feel this way to sometimes.

It used to be that the Butcher and I would drive around and we both had this feeling like there was something out there, in the cornfields, or just around the next corner, some itch you just couldn’t quite scratch, but it seemed like, if you drove fast enough or long enough, you might catch up to it.

But you never could.

But getting in the car and chasing it kind of soothed me, in a way.

I was talking to my sis this morning. We haven’t really caught up much lately as life had gotten into the way. When I read B.’s words, I thought of how when she and I were teenagers and we loved the wind in our hair metaphorically speaking.

As I get older, I think of what was, what is and what really happened.

I guess we create our own myths about ourselves, but it is wonderful to remember when life was an open slate. I guess I’m PhilosophicalComa today.