Memory Lane In A Ghost Town

Last night was my first night at my new crib, back in Bothell. I woke up and walked out onto my 2nd floor balcony that faces a green belt. I smirked. Fourteen years ago (to the day) I did the same in a newly purchased house in Bothell in the Mays Pond housing development in 2001. It's a mere mile up the road. I thought it would a bad ghost town to roam around in. As I bounced to a rally point for pick up today, I drove down Highway 527 to find them ghosts standing there. However they were harmless and barely visible. I'm certain it's because I don't think on those memories any more or give them energy to live on. Again right after the betrayal and divorce those ghosts were very opaque but it's been a decade and a half (gawd I'm old!) It's time to create new memories to think on to give them energy to live on. Now that'll be a memory lane to stroll down.

This has been my C Note

'Los; out

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