I also forgot one of the best resturants i have ever eating at…Fuddruckers…One in Canada and I am not even close to it…mmmmmm 1 lb burgers…sides of beef hanging in the window as you walk in.
…Calvin and Hobbes!
…A good night’s sleep
…The Hartford Whalers
…Seinfeld
…Gunstar Heroes
… sitting on my grandmother’s lap, listening to her tell stories or sing songs
… returning to our NV classroom after a traumatic day and having twelve people tease me back into good humor
… believing in Santa Claus
… summers at the lake
… lullabyes
… Sunday mornings, drinking bad coffee in the church kitchen, before our kindergartners arrived for religious ed class
… feeling safe while walking through the forest
… swing sets
… my family and my friends from home
… believing I had something special to offer the world
… watching the stars
… not being so self-conscious
… getting excited about my birthday
… driving around aimlessly with my friends
i miss…
being a child and playing with barbie dolls… 
I miss my hearing and my youthful sight.
I am so easy to sneak up on.
I miss my children being children.
I miss my grandson, Michael.
being able to eat whatever I wanted and not gain any weight.
roadtrips with my college friends on weekends (or weeknights…to heck with CLASSES).
my babies Sunshine and Domino.
riding my bike, playing freeze tag, hide and go seek, and not coming home till the sun came down, all hot and sweaty and exhausted.
sleepovers.
the excitement of Christmas and birthdays.
Jell-O 1-2-3
…the point.
Oh, man, Qwisp… Larry Lujack, superjock…
Uncle Lar’s Clunk Letter of the Day…
The Tooth Fairy - “Hello. I’m the Tooth Fairy. And I doth come”.
Qwisp, where did you live then? I was near K3, but went to school in Herscher.
My college years
L.A. of the 1980’s when it wasn’t so goddawful crowded
The Gilbert collection of decorative arts, which Sir Arthur
Gilbert packed up and sent to England, after it had been in our museum for decades, and in spite of a longstanding promise to give it to L.A.
Music in public places that isn’t rap or hip-hop.
– Max’s Deli, Aladdin’s, Arabica, and the Red Star Cafe (Clevelanders?)
– My Tuner (and Shadow)
– Not planning my days
– Sitting in classes and learning (no, really)
The annual Sears Christmas Wish Catolog and being
young enough to enjoy it
… being 8 years old on a winter’s afternoon, when you look up into the sky and it’s one uniform color of grey, the snow is coming down so thick and heavy that everything is a little vague and blurry. The sounds are muted and quiet that you can hear your friends laughing and playing, but as soon as you go around the corner it’s silent, and you think that it’s going to be that way forever.
I miss trying to catch the snowflakes on your tongue. (Actually, I still do this, I just get a lot of werid looks. I miss when I could do it and look around and see everyone else doing it too.)
I miss the feeling that on the last day of school, that summer vacations were going to last forever and the first day of school is a concept as abstract and remote as being a ‘grown up’.
Mitzi
Boswell
Mack
Hops
Barley
Suzy
Lucky
Ching-Ching
-Those endless summer evenings when all the neighborhood kids would play Blindman’s Bluff in the twilight.
-Being 12 and having my entire life mapped out.
-Reading my most favorite book for the first time, and thinking that I was seeing my entire world with new eyes.
-When I was 16 and spent hours and hours scribbling in my journal and trying to figure out who I was.
-The Baltimore of my youth, when drugs and crime weren’t a huge deal and I never felt afraid walking at night.
-Double Dip Frostee cones with chocolate jimmies.
-My Grandma.
-Homemade mashed potatoes with gravy.
-The week I spent in Boston three years ago.
-My favorite sweater that my brother shrunk.
-The blizzard of '93, when I was off school for two weeks and built snow igloos and sleighed (sp?) until my lips were blue.
Childhood visits to Southend-on-sea.
A girlfriend that was perfect, a bad decision, a painful regret.
Bonfire night through infant eyes.
A memory that worked.
Having someone there to comfort/support me.
Sex, in the days it felt special.
School friends, scattered and long lost.
They still have Whattaburgers! There’s one in Louisiana, anyway.
Mmmmmm Whattaburgers. When I was a kid, I could get one of their double cheeseburgers, a truely monumental burger, for 80 cents, and a quart of coke for .20 more! Of course, in those days I could eat anything I wanted without gaining a pound, another thing I miss, a lot!
[sub]<gad> I think I’m turning into my father.[/sub]
Have one for me will ya’? They don’t have them out here.
(I’m not supposed to eat them any more anyway.)
As long as I’m here, I also miss:
Pogo
and Mike Royko
…Chicago (nothing like it ANYWHERE)
…snow
…my friend Lena that moved to Germany about two years ago
…P.R.
…not having to worry about whether or not you can trust someone
and last but not least,
…BEING INVINCIBLE