It's crazy how one forgets all about certain things...well,
maybe I shouldn't say forgets, because it's not exactly
forgetting. It's more like losing the ecstasy, liveliness, and
state of being that one gets from those things. What's even
crazier is how quick the tides can change and that state of mind
can return within five minutes upon reembarking on an old
memory.  Like so many things in my life, little stepping stones
seem to present themselves before some sort of larger obstacle
intervenes. For instance, just days before the Memorial Day
holiday, my very own TV presented me with a form of
foreshadowing for what the weekend had in store. My plan for the
weekend was already set in stone when I decided the week prior
it was time to wet-sand my '95 Camaro and remove the minor dents
and dings so I can get the car painted. But little did I know
those two events would give me a glimpse of the not-so-distant
future.  As I lay there in bed right around midnight flipping
through the channels and looking for someth