OOOooooohhh! First post of the day....!
Actually, I didn't intend to get up early to make the first post; I have an ulcer that wakes me up in the night from time to time, and it's doing its' evil business this morning. Damn it...damn it all to hell...!
I'm not all that materialistic, so there's not a lot that I had way back when that I would want back right about now. (Did that sentence make sense?)
However, there is one item I'd like to have back, but it was destroyed in an apartment fire.
Back when I was about twenty years old, and living in the DC metro area, I was one of a cadre of people who were organizing Star Trek conventions. Just before one of those conventions, which was just a year or so after the first Star Trek film came out, I took a spill on my ten-speed, and broke my wrist, which was then put into a plaster cast. During the convention, our little cadre (there were three of us that night), took DeForest Kelley out to dinner and drinks. And, lemme tell ya, he could knock 'em down. What a wonderful guy he was...and that night, he signed my cast, slightly tipsy, and misspelled my name on the cast. I know it's impossible to ever get this blast-from-the-past back, but I think sometimes I'd sell my soul to get it back. (I think I have a pitcher of me in The Cast somewhere in the dark recesses of the Storage Room Downstairs...maybe I'll dig it up and post it sometime.)