Back to the Future?

Some days are just like every other day ... only more so.

Mark Braam (me!) in the newsroom

on one of the last days of The

Cincinnati Post.

Cryptic? Perhaps. But something(s) happened today that I ... was ... just ... not ... expecting.

* Sometimes that unplanned-for e-mail in your in-box throws your day into a tizzy. Three of them arrive in 30 minutes. From three different people. Three different topics. More will follow.
* Urgent Facebook messages reannounce the arrival of old friends, friends who beckon you with siren calls: "Come out and play, Mark, come out and play."
* The phone rings. For once, it is not a telemarketer. But the call may be an offer I just cannot refuse. Then it rings again ... and again.
* A text message. How did that person get my number? And what on earth can he or she possibly want?

Some of the windows of opportunity that open are rapidly slammed shut again. "Been there, done that" locks the window tightly down in some cases. "No rest for the weary" closes others. Others ... well, others are just better left shut forever.
But the zephyr breezes wafting through some of the other windows are redolent of past pleasures. Ah, Fate is a fickle temptress. Do I close these portals, too? Or do I climb through, seeking new adventures in an old world?