Sitting at the restaurant two women walked in and sat at a table just across the way. Somewhere in their late 20’s, their arms freshly inked, I was drawn into their world. I wanted to know their conversations, I wanted to know who they were, so I excused myself from the table and went over and sat down with these strangers. It took everything I had to muster up the courage.
Recently a colleague shared a comment to others in the office “I wish I knew her when she was in her 20’s”. I’ve always thought of myself as the same. A little less spontaneous, but still daring enough to step out of the box now and then.
Have you ever stepped back from yourself and looked at who you are? I mean really look. Who were you at age 20?
It was 1973, I joined the Navy to see the world. It was the Vietnam Era and I wanted to be a torpedo man. Passed the tests too, but they didn’t allow women on submarines yet. Took my oath on the USS Coral Sea. I need to find that clipping…. Met an officer, married him, divorced him and set sail to the great state of Texas.
Life in my 20’s was pretty good. I remember one of my favorite things to do was dance. Being in Texas it was expected to patron Gilley’s. Rode the mechanical bull and drank a lot of beer. Had perm too.
The 70’s brought a new culture. Do you remember the Isle of Wight festival? http://youtu.be/4wr8MmAT860
But there is also the dark side. Those are the years that all but faded. I remember a girlfriend telling me I could be an escort for some big bucks. I remember man lining out some white powder on a backgammon chip in a bar.
Would you have liked me in my 20’s? Maybe for a little while. The bigger question is do you remember me?