Sergio and I had a wonderful time with my old neighborhood picnic this weekend. I got to see many folks that I haven't seen in years.
The many parents that helped raise me. I am forever grateful for them, especially Sandy. They weren't afraid to keep me in line (Thank God). Back then, everyone looked out for each others children and were not afraid to correct you when needed.
My gang along with spouses and several of their children. Although some friends were missing, they were with us in thought & laughs, (especially with the remember when's..). We did have fun looking through old pictures and reminiscing about some crazy times.
I reconnected and had a run down memory lane. Funny how easy it is to pick up where we left off. We haven't changed that much. Well, we told each other that we hadn't.
Seeing the old neighborhood is always bittersweet. I wish my folks had stayed here. They would have been happier. Many new families come and go, but that core of Golden Oldies will always hold that neighborhood together. I have some of the best memories at these homes and the famous back strip, where the party was held.
I took pictures. Promise to post a couple as soon as I get them developed (remember: I prefer film over digital so it takes me a while).
The afternoon was truly wonderful. I do wish my folks could have joined us. They really would have had fun. Maybe next year I can figure out a way to get them out here for it.
It is rare to maintain such a close bond between neighbors. I would love to have a piece of that today. We have met some fine folks in this new neighborhood we live in, perhaps we will establish that kind of friendships.
Dorset Summer 2017
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