We’ve reached the 1980s when John Lennon was shot and killed, and the MGM Grand Hotel in Las Vegas was destroyed by fire. I was 29-years old, married for seven years, and with a 5-year old son. I was working at BJ Thompson Advertising in Mishawaka, Indiana on the Burger Chef account that was evolving into Hardee’s. Within a year, I would make a move to Ft. Wayne and back into the radio business with WMEE/WQHK. I remember a recruitment meeting at Doc Pierce’s Saloon with my soon to be boss who rode in on his motorcycle. 

I spent the next four years of my life in Ft. Wayne before moving to Indianapolis in 1985. It’s really all a blur. Time has passed so quickly as I sit here writing 42-years later. I certainly wouldn’t want to go back and live it all again. It was hard work getting to this point of retirement, 5.25 years removed from the day-to-day work grind. Since that time, I’ve tried to write something each day – 1,980 posts over roughly 1,916 days. I’ve also run every day over this period of time, a streak I started 4,381 days ago.

It’s “Matinee Monday,” that might be interrupted with a home warranty inspection. With all our visiting guests, we haven’t seen a movie in six weeks. Our annual passes are about to expire, so we need to get there today and get them renewed. All the weekly traditions of movies, sunset picnics, and tourism have been disrupted with other plans. At least, the monthly Borrego Boyz luncheon is on for tomorrow and the Neighborhood get-together is scheduled for this Saturday. We have one last set of overnight visitors this week and then the calendar is clear until our Singer Island getaway in mid-April. In the meantime, we have two day-trips next week to see family and friends that are vacationing in Florida. Before we know it, we’ll settle back into our customary daily routine.