Spent some time on Father's Day at my gramp's place, catching up with some of my cousins I almost never see anymore. My paternal cousins were always pretty tight when we were younger kids, though I went to a different school system than they. Used to be when I was 10-11-12 years old the fam would pack up for gramp's place on a Sunday afternoon and I would get dumped off at my uncles' houses (2 of them live right together, just down the road from my grandfather's place.) But, as we've gotten older, and our family has on the whole grown more seperated as it branches out further, we see less and less of us. Can't remember the last time we were all together, like the old days, but going up to those houses certainly brings those memories flooding back; I probably have as many from there as anywhere, it's such a picturesque location.
It's such a cliche to say that it's out of another time period, but it's true. Tonight we were prodding my grampa to tell us about a guy he once knew who went to see Babe Ruth play.
A lot of people consume too much time thinking about the past, and a lot of people spend too much time worrying about the future. The present ends going by before we ever notice it.
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