the long way home

almost daily i stop off and visit with a friend who owns and runs a local pawn shop.
that probably says more about me than these stories ever could !
so far she seems willing to listen to these tales of woe and wonder.
this is along the winding pathway home from my daily dose of  " holey krapp....what's going on in the wonderful world of AA....TODAY !? "
the winding road....hmmm....i remember mum used to say...." billy, why do you always take the LONG way home ?"
not hard to figure that out, because that's where my dad lived !
i didn't say that to her, though.

this ol' guy is retired, with nothing but time, the winding pathway is a habit i'm grateful to still maintain.
especially since i now live in relative peace-time between the ears.

at the shop, when getting all wound up relating this tale or that story, i often find myself wishing i had a voice-recorder to capture the spontaneity, excitement, and wonder of it all.
the tales seem to flow so freely.
experience has shown that if i actually tried that, i would freeze up guaranteed, and where would the spontaneity be in that ?

of course, i make mental notes ( there's my first mistake ) to remember some of the pearls and gems uttered there....until actually making it home.
naturally, upon arriving and settling down before the keyboard with all those great intentions....

BLANK !!!

i think some of those stories are meant to dissipate into the ether, or find their way to that fabled mystical archive beyond some forgotten outer reaches of the himalayan foothills.

or....i could be in mid-term of a long-term case of short-term memory loss.
which is more likely....considering all that smoke-doping indulged in during those fuzzy hazy greenish days of not so long ago.