Nostalgia.

I try not to linger in Nostalgia because it inevitably makes me sad to be there. I'm very susceptible to nostalgic blues. A long time ago (TOS) I would get nostalgic about other people's nostalgia.

As I've gotten older, though, nostalgia has taught me to enjoy the moments I'm in and can motivate me to not miss opportunities to create new nostalgia. Which, of course, will inevitably make me sad after I've added it to the collection.
 
New school supplies. Best day of the year. Empty notebooks with crisp pages have always been my favorite.

Hehehe I was going to say that, but it was easier to find a picture of a pencil.
 
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I try not to linger in Nostalgia because it inevitably makes me sad to be there. I'm very susceptible to nostalgic blues. A long time ago (TOS) I would get nostalgic about other people's nostalgia.

As I've gotten older, though, nostalgia has taught me to enjoy the moments I'm in and can motivate me to not miss opportunities to create new nostalgia. Which, of course, will inevitably make me sad after I've added it to the collection.

We can't get back what is gone. If the little community where I grew up was still one giant loving neighborhood, I'd move back. It's now full of drug heads.
Instead, I choose to be that kind of friend to people in my own life. It's received with tremendous gratitude, and warmth. I sure get a lot of hugs. Maybe, the love and laughter I share is magic. Who knows?


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Going to O's Fries in Oakland late at night. One big paper tray could feed half a dozen tipsy people at the end of a warm spring night.

No, not that Oakland. Not California, I mean. I mean in Oakland down on Forbes Avenue, just down from the Cathedral of Learning.

I wonder if that place is still there. Could prolly check the web, I suppose. I remember seeing a sign, says something like they go through 15 tons of potatoes every week to make fries.