Fourth of July, 2011

Imagine with me two scenarios.  We’re in the future — 10, 15, maybe 20 years down the road.  You’re sitting with someone you love.

SCENARIO 1

“Remember 4th of July 2011,” she asks you.

“Did we go to John’s that weekend?” you respond.

“No, you’re thinking of 4th of July, 2012.  Remember, it was at Stacy’s and all of the food was way overcooked.”

“No, now you’re mistaken,” you reply indignantly.  “You’re thinking of 2010.  2011 was at John’s, because Rebecca just had that baby.”

You both sit silently on the porch and take a sip of ice tea.

“No, you’re right,” you finally respond.  “It was at Stacy’s in 2011.  Why?”

SCENARIO 2

“Remember 4th of July 2011?” she asks you.

“Heck yeah!  Trans-Ohio!  That was an unbelievable weekend,” you respond.  “I still can’t believe we actually finished that.”

She laughs, you’ve told the story so many times.

“Hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” you continue.  “But I’ll never forget it.”

You both look off into the distance, vividly remembering the people and places from so long ago.

“That was a good weekend,” she says after a time.

“Yah it was.  Then remember we went to that cookout at Stacy’s on Monday,” and you both laugh.

I’ll take scenario 2, I’m just sayin’.

2011 Trans-Ohio Tour.