July 29, 2013
Ten 'Til Ten (Part 8)
When I was a kid, there was no more important road than Beach Mill. It was windy, twisty, and turny and when I turned 16, I would drive it with my friends, lit cigarette in one hand, volume dial with Iron Maiden on the other end in the other. The constant was my friend Scott. Scott and I were best friends in high school and, despite the fact that his family moved away in 1990, we remain great friends to this day.
January 15, 2004
Scott and I spent some quality time growing up together. And despite the fact that times have changed, careers and families have dragged us to different parts of the country, we still keep in touch and have almost every day since he moved in 1990. He came to my wedding, where I married my beautiful wife and he met his future bride. We attended his wedding a few years back and had the opportunity to meet their gorgeous daughter not long ago. I'm still astonished that one of us has one of those.
There was this road not far from where we lived. It was buried in woods, complete with twists and turns, bridges and streams. We'd cruise back and forth on cool spring and summer evenings with the stereo in my Jeep cranked as loud as it could go. We listened to everything but I especially remember The Police, Iron Maiden, Queensryche, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd and Ozzy Osbourne. Sure, we might not have always had great taste back then but remember, these were 'formative years.'
Time invariably passes. I drove down that road not long ago and it seemed much smaller and less mysterious. But the fact that the friendship is still there more than makes up for the loss of youth. Although I will admit that I still listen to the occasional Iron Maiden song.
Scott's one of the few people who stops by the site who knows me in 'real life.' I think he'd tell you that what you see here is pretty much what you get, urinal cake photography and all.Posted by Chris at July 29, 2013 7:12 AM