Mystery River

After the water ice I made a quick drive-through of my high school campus. I haven't had the opportunity to go there for four, maybe five, years. Each time I go (with the exception of my fifth year reunion and one time in the summer) I find myself pretty much incapable of getting out of my car and walking around. I had, overall, a very good high school experience...so it's not that walking around would flood me with all these negative memories. I think it's that, like so many other places, I have so many exact memories of how it was that I'm not interested in challenging those memories with a current reality...plus teenagers freak me out...as does running into former teachers and having them not remember my name. So, after the five minute drive through, I drove back down to Philly...purposefully over shot Center City and exited onto Kelly Drive. I drove east along the river (I have no idea what the river is called...is it the Delaware? Is it the Philadelphia River? I don't know) and stopped at one area where one could sit and look. I sat and I looked and wrote a little in my notebook.

This portion of the mystery river is used for crew practice. I found myself having one of those movie wish moments/that I was a different sort of person pangs....ie. I wished that I was the kind of girl a guy on a crew team would notice while practicing and be so taken with he'd stop chanting and mess up the rhythm. Yeah. Whatever. My friend L. when I told this to her later that day gave me a few reasons why this was a rather silly thing to think, chiefly among them the fact that those guys couldn't even see me really from where they were in the water and, also, I couldn't see them well enough to know if they were worth wishing for in the first place.