I miss going to places and meeting a woman whose eyes tell me that she is attracted to me.  And she knows from my eyes that I am attracted to her.  We flirt a bit until we get the courage to express our feelings.  And then our relationship goes wherever it goes.

This used to happen a lot when I was younger.  Will it ever happen again?  Perhaps I should stop eating garlic and shower more often.

I miss playing chess.  I never had anyone to play with, so I bought myself a computerized chessboard.  This chessboard is somewhere in my storage unit.  Finding it is like trying to find a haystack in a sewing shop.

I miss my Daddy’s toasted bacon and tomato sandwiches.  He used to make them for lunch every Sunday after church.

I miss my Mommy’s macaroni and cheese.  Other family members make macaroni and cheese from Mom’s recipe, but it does not taste the same.

I miss my daughters as little girls.  They taught me so much, and I had a lot of fun playing with them.  Alas, all too soon the Johnston Girls became serious adults.  “Don’t be silly!” they say when I ask them to play.

I miss the Present, the Eternal Now.  I spend too much time thinking about the past.