Meeting Mark . . .

. . .for dinner Tuesday night was an unusual experience. It was a bit like meeting the guy you had a crush on in middle school 40 years ago. A tiny spark was there (I can only speak for myself) but not enough to mean anything; in other words, why continue to even waste any more energy on something that has no future? And the future is very important to someone pushing 60. Time is short.

So I will go from "Meeting Mark" to "Meeting John" - with a clear conscious - nothing left of the old so I can at least look to something fresh, new - the unknown.