All I can really remember about the good times is the fact they were good. I could go on and on about the bad times though. So many stories about those times. So much easier to remember. So much easier to talk about how good it feels to be able to get through them because it seems like there's always more to say.
Funny how those little voices can pop up out of nowhere and say things like, "Did ya learn somethin'," then vanish. I'd say you have damn good answer prepared for that guy now.
Yeah, the old guy still gets to me, it was just so weird. But, you're right, I would have an answer for him