Dreams Don’t Always Come True

Wow. That’s a depressing title for a blog entry, right? Don’t worry. It’s not as bad as you think. Just hear me out.

I was doing my penance….er, laps…on the treadmill tonight (Did I mention I have a reunion coming up?) when I had a revelation. I was listening to the songs of my youth, a YouTube mix of 80s music, some of which I used to play with a band back in “the day.” I’ve mentioned it before (if you’re interested, it’s here), but when I was in my 20s, I lived in Vegas for a few years ...