Change

　　 “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”

Marcel Proust

Morning Meditation:
　　 “Live Free or Die”: State of New Hampshire or State of Recovery?
    I must be getting pretty damned old. It occurred to me today that I could GPS (Global Positioning System) almost any intersection in Atlantic City, and like a Chinese menu (pick one from column A, one from column B and one from Column C), I could select any of a variety of memories. Just one example: The intersection of Indiana and Pacific Avenues. It was the site of the Midtown-Bala Hotel's Chip's Restaurant and　Bar　where I worked for years, on and off, as a waiter and a bartender. Sands Casino which had been adjacent later bought the property and it became part of their then new front entrance. The Sands Casino was then imploded to make way for a new casino. That entire square block now sits leveled and vacant.
   Selective memories, indeed. For the longest time, everything changed except me.

　
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 15)