Still feeling good about the Bears hiring of Ben Johnson; watching some of the clips from his arrival and opening press conference was pretty cool. Time will tell. Time… where does it go? Thinking about the number 21 today.
21 years old, the legal age limit to do everything bad, drinking, gambling, etc; it’s not like I waited until then to partake in those vices, and others which have no official age limit. It was the age when I first discovered Vegas; I’ve written about that here before. What haven’t I wrote about here? Well, there are plenty of stories that are better left untold, at least not told in words, that can be looked at whenever, wherever, by whoever. There are those stories best told in person, with friends, with some drinks; those stories won’t be told on these pages. How long will I have these pages? I ask myself that from time to time. How much longer will I keep writing these entries?
I think the answer is “I don’t know”. I go through the same things in my head; I love Chicago sports, I love writing, combining 2 passions of mine, that don’t have to follow any rules, seems like a match made. Although I do have rules to this… I “require” myself to post something every day; I guess I still like structure… Making a change from one of my current “structures” is not appealing to me, generally, unless that means being able to quit my job and never work another day in my life; I think I’d be OK with that change.
Ah yes, 21… things were quite different back then. At that age, you feel… invincible. You do anything, try anything… at least I did. I always say I’ll try anything once… well, I wouldn’t quite say “anything”. There are things I wouldn’t try, even back then; certainly that list has grown the older I’ve gotten. Let’s not get into everything I’ve tried, and everything I won’t try. Let’s talk about Vegas; that always makes me happy.
Even the “shitty” trips to Vegas are still fun to think about. Don’t want to think about all the money I’ve left in the desert over the years, but… it’s only money; they say it’s the root of something… In one pocket, out the other is pretty much how it goes. Do need to save some of those dollar bills; that is the mature thing to do, right? Yes, saving… I’ve never been really good at that. Back then, no reason for it, really, other than, you know, paying my rent and all. But, plenty of “discretionary income” when I was 21, and I did use my full discretion. Poof!
I keep wanting to talk about Vegas, but keep rambling on about some shit. 21, the age that I first stepped foot in a casino; I couldn’t get around that age limit. And that casino, was Westward Ho in Las Vegas, NV; it’s no longer there, but I can still see it in my mind. It’s amazing the things we remember. I can’t remember a damn thing from a couple days ago, but how it felt to go to Vegas for the first time? Never forget.
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