I don't normally dream about the past, but I did last night.
I dreamed that I was back in high school again, in the midst of a football game. There I was on the field. Someone tipped the ball as the opposing quarterback threw a pass. The misdirected ball fell right into my hands. I hauled it in close to my body and began to run.
And then I suddenly realized that I didn't know which end of the field belonged to my team.
And so it goes...
|I have to say...the old Gilmer High alma mater purple and white uniforms look cool, these days.|