Weather Bomb of Memories

The recent Great Flood of 2013 created a scenario in our basement where I had to start going through a couple of things. We were spared what could have been much worse as only about 10mm of water actually infiltrated the basement. I think I know the cause, but I don't know. But anyway, in going through things I came across an old bible, some letters and pictures dating back to what appears to be 1993. I have fond memories of that time. It was about first, real loves, how I use to think (a friend of mine reminded me of that later in a Facebook PM), and the goings on in life. Hell, even the Toronto sport scene was much better then.

Like I said, those memories are fond. But they don't come without pain either. As I sit here and type this, I'm at times left wondering....what the hell was I thinking? Times have changed. I no longer worry myself about scriptural literalism, dispensationalism (thanks unnamed friend!), or worry about things that now I feel have very little merit in the grand picture that I see now.

Oh well...It was a fun ride. I figure that bible of mine has some monetary value and will be placed among my other books, out of the damp and cold basement and in a more dignified position of a dry bookcase. No book really should suffer a damp fate.

Cheers.