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In my younger days, I had quite a temper. A combination of overcompensating for my small stature and growing up with four older brothers brought about this condition.
I was not out of control, but I had a few fights at school, especially around junior high.
Nothing profound really changed things. I did start to have some success in wrestling and channeled my energy there. But at some point, I pretty much stopped lashing out.
I thought of all this last week as we went to an event to celebrate the birthday or a good friend. He had arranged for a group to attend a dinner at a local fire hall.
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Drive Time
I know this might not sound too popular these days what with people trying to save money and find different ways to protect the environment, but I realized something last week.
I love to drive. This is not really a new revelation. Because I commute down to Baltimore for work, I have understood my appreciation for driving for a long time.
I do feel a bit of guilt with pollution and all that, but when I tune in some good music and settle in for the trip, all that fades to the back of my mind.