Yesterday as I was hamsterwheeling the pickup-dropoff dance at 1320 NE Campus Parkway, a discarded cigar wrapper caught my eye. I smiled a mini phantom nostalgia syndrome smile and probably mumbled to myself as my brain scrolled through images of Junior-Junior holding Swisher Sweet wrappers on various streets & sidewalks, parks & playgrounds. We spotted them everywhere and his trained eye could not be untrained.
Sehnsucht. A longing for simpler times. Rose colored retrospect adjusting the hue on old days that may or may not have been good.
A good-old-days daze.
Circumspect retrospection.
Introspective recollection.
Some of those old days were good for sure, and here and now in today’s shitshow, my brain cherry-picks only those good old days to hold up in comparison as I sip a $5 cup of coffee or a $10 pint of beer and scroll NY Times headlines.
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