I have been hit with so many random bouts of nostalgia lately. . .
. . .curious smells or sights or things that bring that warm sadness of moments that have passed and cannot be brought back. . .moments that although gone are not lost. . .moments that have become building blocks in my personality and my true self. . .
. . .Paul Harvey passed away. . .he is just another celebrity who will no longer grace the covers of magazines or do things that land him in the news. . .
But when I was a teenager. . .I worked in a little dry cleaner in Richfield, UT with a man named Kim Blackett. . .He was a funny, warm man and he let me work for him when I was 14. . . he was a good man. . . a really, really good man. Everyday while I was working. . .we would sit down for a minute and listen to Paul Harvey's "The Rest of the Story". It was a truely calm moment in my life. . .it was the eye of a storm I don't regret. . .the comfortable place after we left the storm in AZ and before I became a woman far to early. . .
I was so blessed to have that time. . .those moments. . .and I had forgotten how much I relished that bit of time just being a teenager. . .just living and breathing without fear or concern. . .when I slept through the night undisturbed and my biggest concern was who I was going to "go out" with. . . and who I was going to hang out with. . . and what my grades were. . .and I forgot how much Mr. Blackett and Mr. Harvey were a part of that. . . just two old guys telling me stories that I would rememeber later in my life when I just needed a little bit of "SOMETHING". . . a little bit of that calm. . .that peace. . .
Onto "Page. . .Two!" Mr. Harvey. . . Rest in Peace. . .and thank you. . .
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