There Was a Time

~There Was a Time~ There was a time when I would look out over the azure glory of a Michigan lake, or tear up from the umber-brown beauty of Grand Canyon in the Arizona sun. There was a time when I smelled the fragrance of fresh baked bread when east winds blessed us with the aroma from our neighborhood bakery. There was a time when I could hear Elvis singing on my neighbor’s hi-fi without the head shaking sound of a wooferized bass. There was a time when I hopped aboard moving freight trains or climbed the tallest water towers, indifferent to the loss of life and limb. There was a time when Doug and I slinked through harvesting backyards pilfering grapes and teasing dogs, ever mindful of how long the leashes were. There was a time when I could eat a box of Girl Scout cookies as I watched ‘Cavalcade of Sports’ and never gain a pound. And there was a time when I never felt the cold as I scurried up and down the sledding hill at Bancroft Park with my Flexible Flyer proudly in hand.