As an official old fart, I've continued to embrace my inner Peter Pan. I also embrace my bed pan, but that's a story for another day.

Last night, my past revisited me, in the form of a long-time school pal I hadn't seen in...mzmwdnbd years. Not only did the sunovagun look great, it was like time had stood still, and we had never drifted apart. Man, can it really be that long??

I may be Peter Pan with acute male pattern balding, but I could recall all the escapades we frequently enjoyed growing up back in Winnipeg. The stories were flying last night - even at our advanced age our recall and memory ain't so bad yet.

In a freaky coincidence, which continues to test my new "there ain't no higher power" theory - as I was picking up Mrs. That Dan Guy afterwards, a CCR song came on the radio - "Down On The Corner". That little ditty is part of a fictional recollection of that time in my life, in my "Nonsense & Stuff" collection. What are the freakin' odds of THAT timing???

Nothing is random, apparently. Well, except maybe that leaky spoon I keep grabbing from the kitchen drawer.

Thanks FaceBook!

Chow for now!