January 1, 2000 --- 2:17 AM
EST
Happy New Year.
My mom invited us to dinner
for New Year's Eve but I declined because we wanted to spend it alone but
then I started feeling guilty because I hardly go see my parents and I
haven't spent a whole lot of time with my sister since she's been down
here. I want to try to stop over there later today and see what they are
up to.
Us? We watched movies and
drank pina colada just like we planned to do. We also went biking this
evening. Just a casual ride around the area -- we never left the property
that used to be the old base although we were riding around back in the
areas that haven't been demolished yet and we ended popping out in airport
property at some points as well like where they store the jet fuel and out
by the old bomb shelters.
Paul: Sometimes I wish I
was still 10 or 12 years old.
Me: How come?
Paul: Just because. This
would have been great.
Me: Okaaaaaay....
Paul: Come on, look at all
these old buildings and things to be poking in. We could get calls just
like when they would call my parents about us kids trespassing.
Me: You want to get
phone calls about our children trespassing?!
Paul: Hey! Is that what I
think it is!?
He kareems across the road
and jumps off into this trail leading to what appears to be the remnants
of an old bomb shelter. I stare at this big yellow "NO TRESPASSING!
VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED!" sign in front of me and watch the tiny
speck of his back shrink way down the gravel driveway as he pedals
furiously chasing his childhood across unused railroad tracks and along
rickety looking bridges.
Should I panic? Think about
him falling? Follow? Race him and beat him to the end? Split the
difference and follow him but yell at him? Ok, sounds like a plan.
We covered about 7 miles in
about 45 minutes -- just a slow, relaxed pace around. That was fun.
Paul asked me if I was going
to stuff potholders down my spandex shorts for my butt next time.
Noopie-head.
~Astrophe
 
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