*Note – from Dave Haus’ “Meet Me At The Lanes”
I don’t leave for a couple of days, but this is probably the last post I’ll have time to put together before then. I figure Monday – while I actually am leaving to travel home – is probably a good time to put up another snippet…
At any rate, I decided it was time to sum up some things from the past 5+ months. Now, I don’t really have to say that I really did love it up here. That has, I think, come through in past posts, both written and photographic.
All I can really add on that score is a simple statement that Yellowstone was worth every minute, and every drop of the frustration that cropped up from time to time. Even if you never venture off the trail, even if you never try to follow me into places that haven’t seen a human in decades (if ever), it is well worth it.
No, what I lay awake thinking about last night was the people who are about to scatter to the wind. The people that I never would have met under any other circumstance. With only one exception, the group that remains to close the store is the same group that opened the place so long ago.
We didn’t know each other back in that first week of May. Hell, we had not even the slightest idea about each other. Yet, as different as we all are, we’ve become close…we’ve become real, lasting friends.
Those of us who write, like to think about how to break our protagonist’s stasis, how to shake him or her out of comfortable normalcy and throw them into the situations in which they can (and hopefully will) grow.
Well, five months up here broke my stasis.
I thought last night about what would have happened if I had not come up and, instead, any of these remaining twenty-ish people had walked into the brewery.
Nothing at all.
If we interacted at all, it would have been solely on the most surface and shallow of levels. And that would have been very, very sad. I would have missed that which has caused me – like any good protagonist – to grow and change. And, worst of all, I wouldn’t have known what I was missing.
Crap, I’ll reiterate: I generally don’t do nostalgia. Err…well…oh hell, let’s just go with it, anyway.
Now, like any human, I’ve grown closer to some than to others, but all are people I like, and people I am the better for having met.
From Bridget yelling at me for change, to Ian failing to work through biblical hangovers…
From Mark’s pro-Trump sermons, to Onni’s anti-Trump jokes…
From Chandler’s retro-goth hair and nails, to Jess’s Shy Guy tattoo…
Twenty-plus people up here, all with their own foibles and tics…all with their own stories, and their own worth. A few, though…a few are the ones that really stick with you:
Steve R and Sarah N – for making me laugh…a lot. And people wonder why we all spent so much damned time in the office.
Sara P and Jarrod – for the friendship, and the pending marriage. There’s no way I’m not coming out to Mass. to visit.
Kody – for making me laugh…for skipping right past the few lines even I wouldn’t cross…and for just being that comfortable, confident kid you are.
Billy – for late nights of anime and podcasts and D&D…for reminding me I’m fucking old, and (most importantly) becoming one of my closest friends, anyway.
So many I’ve met, that I’ve come to know, but those few…those few really stick with you.
Thank you, all.