Past, Amalgamated

Today was a very good day. It started off with getting busy, then getting up. Then getting out to eat. Then out with friends. Mid-afternoon, we met up with my friend Buck, with whom I used to work at that great photo place in the sky (where sky == East Bay) and his partner. And then a cavalcade of folks landed at the Lone Star: Gary, Eric, the ever-beautiful James, the ever-patient and hot Nick, Noelie and almost everyone else I happen to know in this great burg of ours.

After a few Hefeweisens, we headed to Daddys' Bar, where Donovan's softball team was having a benefit. Fred was there, of course, my bestest friend in San Francisco. And Mike and Alberto, the two most affectionate buggers (literally) we know. And David. Don't get me started on that one.

The entire afternoon was one long moment...one of those moments where more things make sense. Things from the past, the presence of the present....where the bad stuff and bad people of the past weren't so bad, just wrong for me. Where the present is the only place I would want to be (and, by fiat and by definition, the only place I could be), and the future opens up to include a revisited past, a more promising present, and a more pleasantly anticipated future.