I sometimes wonder if I’m like other people. I don’t mean, am I normal, heaven knows I’m not and proud of it I am. I mean, do other people live with one foot in another time, too? For example, in my modern car taking the back roads to work, I listen to the radio classics channel on satellite radio. The voices that fill the car and fill my head and provide much of my internal narration for the day are those of Jack Benny, Phil Harris, Frankie Remley, the Whistler, Lamont Cranston as the Shadow and many, many more. And those voices and the stories they tell are brought to me by virtue of a satellite circling the Earth. At home I read a lot. Usually I’m stretched out on the sofa reading my books of choice, those which take place in the past. If I can find a mystery actually written during the 30's and 40's so much the better. Many of those books I read were ordered online and they arrive without my having to leave the house to get them. The movies I watch on the 42" flat screen HD television with DVR (a form of TiVo) are old black and white movies that transport me back to another time.
Maybe it’s not so much that I time travel as I have, for me, found the best of different times.
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It's probably better to live in the best of two different times than, like Dickens ill fated character, live in the Best of times and the worst of times.
You are very profound today, dude.
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