I was going to write something today. But I got derailed. It happens a lot lately. I wake up with thoughts and ideas I’d like to share. I fire up the desktop, grab some coffee and relax a bit with hot java before descending into the chair in front of the screen.

But somehow the thoughts I had awakened with drain out of some ethereal trough into ‘somewhere’ and I’m left with nothing. Zilch. So I proceed to ‘research’ anything that happens across the screen on my way to somewhere, lost for a few hours into a digital vacuum bouncing from one item to the next until I land somewhere that snaps me back into ‘the now’. The realization of that time spent aimlessly wandering an electronic pathway can never be recovered and I once again begin feeling lost and worthless, never achieving the ‘goals’ I had set as I pulled myself out of bed that morning.

But today was different. Yes, I had wandered off the chosen path and into another era. Old memories of days past resurfaced when I discovered a broadcasting legend had been rescued from the scrapheap it was about to fall into. Someone had wandered onto something when they strayed off the planned path – and they took a chance and pursued a dream. A 1975 GMC Motorhome had been sitting under a tree in San Francisco dying a slow death when a man rediscovered it and brought it back from the brink of death. This wasn’t just another GMC Motorhome. It was a fully built-out mobile radio studio from back ‘in the day’ when radio was still a viable product and this mobile studio was evidence of that day. I recalled I had worked with its twin in Miami in the 1980s, the WAXY-FM Mobile Studio that used to travel the highways and streets of South Florida playing the Classics from Palm Beach to Homestead. Those were the days.

But they were the days. The fond memories this discovery stirred reminded me how fortunate I truly have been throughout my time here. But those days are those days. They helped shape me into who I am now. The people I interacted with who left imprints on my soul, some still with us on this Planet, some not. They all had a hand in who I am now by how they interacted with me. Even those who weren’t very kind had an effect on my evolvement to date. And I must admit I had an impact on their lives also. That’s how it works. It is always a give and take with everything in life. Can we remain balanced in our interactions?

So I was going to do a list of chores today but instead got lost down a rabbit hole once again. Perhaps the chores weren’t all that important anyway. Getting lost for a time reminded me of how wonderful life can actually be.