The fact is, I feel so good here. The only moments that are exceptions to that are when I have brief little flashes of foreboding that it is too good to be true. I fear that a uniformed person will accost me and say, “All right, Steve, this is it. You've had enough. Lean against the pickup and spread your legs. As soon as we finish patting you down, we're taking you back.”
Other than little dreadful moments like that, I am having a ball.
This afternoon I was ambling through the Mega store picking up some cheese and crackers, when “If You Leave Me Now” from Chicago X, 1976, came on the overhead speakers, which are kinda cranked up there. I got a catch in my throat that I initially thought was homesickness, but it was not. That was the year I graduated from law school, the bicentennial year. It was just plain old unadulterated sentimentality, the enjoyment of which seems enhanced in México, too.
Moreover, I am so relieved, I feel so unburdened that everything that has occurred between 1976 and now is over and done with, and I am here in this moment undefeated. Peter Cetera and Chicago were wrong.