We were just a bunch of high school kids who got into the Ramones together.

After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort or another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race.

People who have recently lost someone have a certain look, recognizable maybe only to those who have seen that look on their own faces. I have noticed it on my face and I notice it now on others. The look is one of extreme vulnerability, nakedness, openness.

&#39;Old times&#39; never come back and I suppose it&#39;s just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that&#39;s better.

Written By George Edward Woodberry

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