That's Una & her Madre at a Wisconsin Badgers' game Back in the Day. I think she was 11 or 12. The game, as I recall, was pretty dull, & Wisconsin was playing Syracuse at Giants' Stadium in New Jersey. Temps were uncharacteristically up in the high 90s, and we were HOT. My peeps & I ended up playing UNO in the shade way up in the stands, while Mr. Fairway sat in the blistering sun & watched his beloved Badgers lose.
I guess this is just a round-about way of saying that this week I'm suffering from Kenny Chesney Syndrome. As in, "There Goes My Life."
No, this is not one of your run-of-the-mill, going-to-college moves. The seriousness of the situation finally struck me when we'd finished schlepping 22 years' worth of crapola out to the garage. We even took apart the chica's bed, for cryin' out loud.
She says she wants to settle in the Midwest. That's fine, as long as I see her every other weekend, right? OK, I realize I'm demanding a little too much. Have to "let go," & all that janx. But when we'd gotten everything loaded up into the POD (Portable On Demand Storage), the finality of Una's impending move struck me. In the heart, where it hurts the most.
What was it The Beatles said on "Sgt. Pepper's" about leaving home? At any rate, my condition is critical. And whatever the syndrome, I think I've got it bad. I swear.