Good Chat
Chats with an old friend till 6am in the morning. Soothing. The man has recovering salt water coral 90 gallon ecosystems, in which he has cultivated spliting rose anemones and other coral critters. His nephew who we held in our arms as a baby and adored is now 18 and going to a local JC. We definitely felt old. Recounts of my friend as a wayward Peter Pan finding Neverland, brought back to earth by tragity and the real subsequent events of life and family has put a slight 
urgency on moving on with our own 30something lifes. Sighs glore. Dessembling a .40 caliber semi-auto of S & W design, the simplicity of a weapon with only 5 parts, and the weight of it in our hands, signified absolute nothing at 4 am in the morning, except it may have been a relection of states of minds. Peter Pan doesn’t need a gun, but 30something may. Before parting, we promised to meet @ a shooting range this week to gain more respect for the 5 piece. Have we really gotten that much older? One wonders?
