Minutes to Memories

On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line
He looked at the young man who was riding beside him
He said I’m old kind of worn out inside
I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary
And my father before me I helped build this land
Now I’m seventy-seven and with God as my witness
I earned every dollar that passed through my hands
My family and friends are the best thing I’ve known
Through the eye of the needle I’ll carry them home”

So, the weekend after Coronation was Athenium (and yes, I’m sure I misspelled that). This was an A&S intensive event put on by my friends from the Shire of Tor An Riogh (Starkville Mississippi). It was a very, very strange event for me. Not unpleasant, you understand, but strange.

"Days turn to minutes
And minutes to memories
Life sweeps away the dreams
That we have planned
You are young and you are the future
So suck it up and tough it out
And be the best you can"

You see, this was the first event I had attended in a very long time, where I didn’t have any responsibility. I wasn’t part of the royal entourage. I wasn’t working any of the staff positions at the event. In short, I wasn’t expected to do anything. I had a VERY good time. I did nothing, NOTHING, but sit and talk to my friends all weekend.
We arrived about 9:00 PM Friday night, and Mistress Beaumont was working Troll. Unloading was literally only a matter of minutes, and after getting into garb I returned to the main Hall, where the troll table was set up, and sat down to help her run Troll. In theory I was there to help her, but it never really got all that busy, so we mainly just talked. I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with Jane, and we talked all night. Every once in a great while somebody would show up to troll in, but not very often.
During the day Saturday I again stayed in, or near, the main hall. I spent many pleasant hours engaged in conversation with lots of different people. Some of them were people I see regularly. Most, however, were people I don’t get to see more than enough. I don’t think I’d like to spend every event with no responsibilities, but every once in a while, it is a very pleasant change.

He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones
This highway is long but I know some that are longer
By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home
Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio river
The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times
He fell asleep with his head against the window
He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind
This world offers riches and riches will grow wings
"The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming
I don't take stock in those uncertain things"