tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421367977598373300.post1708662913926796321..comments2023-08-22T05:06:48.916-07:00Comments on JR Snyder Jr: Geography of the MindJR Snyder Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09825473115986190389noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421367977598373300.post-36466520722119717112010-10-21T17:35:01.757-07:002010-10-21T17:35:01.757-07:00Lately memories similar to the one you just relate...Lately memories similar to the one you just related have been popping in my head. It may be that synapses are firing again after years of suppression but they pop up and remind me of other deeper things I hadn't thought of in awhile. They all seem to relate to that same thing about "they never stop walking around."<br /><br />Thanks for the compliment, reading and commenting on my blog. I appreciate it.JR Snyder Jrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09825473115986190389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421367977598373300.post-32794710090824722312010-10-21T16:02:59.886-07:002010-10-21T16:02:59.886-07:00Your blog is perfect.
I just re-read the third pa...Your blog is perfect.<br /><br />I just re-read the third paragraph of it and out of nowhere a story of my grandfather jumped up: we were sitting in Silver Stadium in 1981, watching the Rochester Red Wings play...somebody. I'd been to countless Wings games before that and have been to a bunch of them since but that was the only time I ever went to a game alone with my grandfather.<br /><br />We got our hot dogs and pop before the game and sat there and watched it. I don't remember who won (which makes sense since I don't remember the other team at all) but I remember Grandpa pointing out all the people walking around during the game, and I remember him shaking his head and saying, "They come to the ball game but all they want to do is walk around. Look at them; they never stop walking around."<br /><br />Damn if he wasn't right. I knew it then and I know it now, but the story hid out for 29 years in between my moments of certainty.<br /><br />Anyway it's just a story and I'm thankful for the memory. Your blog brought it back.<br /><br />You have a perfect thing here, JR. Thank you for sharing it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com