Reflection...

Yesterday (July 25) the class of 1989 from Columbia City Joint High School had their reunion. In Columbia City, actually at a nearby bar/pizza place, where many members of the class still reside. Myself I just moved back the weekend before, and it's a move I really didn't want to make, simply because I always thought since the end of high school that I would not come back.

From about 2 AM on this morning, about 45 minutes before I left the soiree, which was damn fun actually, I began (as a lot of people do at these life moments) taking stock of what I did wrong to end up here.

20 years ago I was focused on the idea of an electronics education that would make me a fine broadcast engineer. That hit the floor. The idea of a wife was in my head somewhere, but that has not been fulfilled either. Now I have a house, but not where I thought it would be located. Basically everything I had banked on bounced.

Now what do I do. That's the great question that I can't answer.

Some 20 years.