Glory Days

In and around Lüneburg, Germany.

Summer 2010.

I had a friend, was a big baseball player

Back in high school

He could throw that speedball by you

Make you look like a fool, boy

Saw him the other night at this roadside bar

I was walking in, he was walking out

We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks

But all we kept talking about was

Glory days

(Bruce Springsteen)

Every time I meet or talk to one of my former class mates (some of whom I'm still great friends with), we talk about our own glory days. The fun times we had playing football, even though we never won any of the tournaments we participated in. The teachers, the fellow students. Where did he go, what is she doing now? I can still remember Mrs Avenell's yelling and Mrs Eales' incompetence. I also treasure my memories of history class and my favourite teacher. Actually, he has said we should sit down and have a few beers some time... and when we do, I'm pretty sure we'll talk about glory days.

Goodnight.


- Dom