RE: What was the best year of your life?
November 13, 2017 at 12:07 pm
(This post was last modified: November 13, 2017 at 8:30 pm by vorlon13.)
79 maybe.
Saw the February eclipse, got a new job (and hadn't had time to get disillusioned with it yet) moved, lotsa sex, had no idea what the future had in store for me at that point although in hindsight suspect I had already lost a friend to HIV but no one knew anything about it yet.
79 was a fresh start in a new area, excited about prospects. Switched to Unitarian/Universalism (part of my trek towards atheism), chucked all my paranormal and UFO paperback books (another good sign my brain was working better), drug/chemical problem wasn't much of an issue (yet), had a really nice car, decent apartment, short commute, close to gay bars in Milwaukee for fun on weekends, interesting exploring a new area, utter cluelessness about approaching AIDS crisis was a blessing I wasn't appreciating at that time, but I'd like a year off from worrying/recalling anything about it now like I had in 79.
Music was fantastic, food was a little different in Wisconsin, broadened my palette a bit (cannibal sandwich, anyone?) except for snowfall, weather was better than anywhere else I had lived, tax return was still simple enough I could do it on my own, was in a big Gay Pride March that summer in Chicago with 250,000 of my closest friends (it really was a blast for this formerly naïve farm boy).
The eclipse really was spectacular, the entire week of vacation I took was really fun too, spent quite a bit on it and still don't care. IIRC, that summer went to 6 Flags and that was a blast.
My encounter with AA flight 191 was 'exhilarating' for me at the time, did have some 'shadowing' of survivors guilt at the time, but nothing like what was going to happen with HIV in 7 years. Maybe the flight 191 crash 'primed the pump' or made me more susceptible to survivors guilt in the future, but at the time it was another exciting thing that happened. It gave me a little cachet with my friends too. Finding out next door neighbor had flown on the same plane/flight the day before was another bizarre but interesting coincidence.
The Voyager 1 flyby of Jupiter overlapped my eclipse vacation so I largely missed it, the Voyager 2 Jupiter flyby happened summer of 79 and it was SPECTACULAR. Really amazing and wonderful event.
Saw the February eclipse, got a new job (and hadn't had time to get disillusioned with it yet) moved, lotsa sex, had no idea what the future had in store for me at that point although in hindsight suspect I had already lost a friend to HIV but no one knew anything about it yet.
79 was a fresh start in a new area, excited about prospects. Switched to Unitarian/Universalism (part of my trek towards atheism), chucked all my paranormal and UFO paperback books (another good sign my brain was working better), drug/chemical problem wasn't much of an issue (yet), had a really nice car, decent apartment, short commute, close to gay bars in Milwaukee for fun on weekends, interesting exploring a new area, utter cluelessness about approaching AIDS crisis was a blessing I wasn't appreciating at that time, but I'd like a year off from worrying/recalling anything about it now like I had in 79.
Music was fantastic, food was a little different in Wisconsin, broadened my palette a bit (cannibal sandwich, anyone?) except for snowfall, weather was better than anywhere else I had lived, tax return was still simple enough I could do it on my own, was in a big Gay Pride March that summer in Chicago with 250,000 of my closest friends (it really was a blast for this formerly naïve farm boy).
The eclipse really was spectacular, the entire week of vacation I took was really fun too, spent quite a bit on it and still don't care. IIRC, that summer went to 6 Flags and that was a blast.
My encounter with AA flight 191 was 'exhilarating' for me at the time, did have some 'shadowing' of survivors guilt at the time, but nothing like what was going to happen with HIV in 7 years. Maybe the flight 191 crash 'primed the pump' or made me more susceptible to survivors guilt in the future, but at the time it was another exciting thing that happened. It gave me a little cachet with my friends too. Finding out next door neighbor had flown on the same plane/flight the day before was another bizarre but interesting coincidence.
The Voyager 1 flyby of Jupiter overlapped my eclipse vacation so I largely missed it, the Voyager 2 Jupiter flyby happened summer of 79 and it was SPECTACULAR. Really amazing and wonderful event.
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