I have switched to the evening shift and to my surprise Frankie comes in the evenings as well. And better yet, I got to meet Mrs. Frankie. She was poised and delighted to be called as such, without a matching accent.
Tonight, Frankie came in and we chatted. Him and his wife have been married for 46 years. He comes down into town every morning and goes to work at a car garage, visits with his wife then drives back out to his ranch. When I jokingly suggested that that was the reason for his successful marriage, he responded with something along the lines of "No way, it's great. I'm glad we're older." He then told us about how the times are so different nowadays and he wouldn't change anything in his past for the world.

Everybody knows I romanticize previous eras. In my mind the 50s are a dreamland, and the 20s even more so. I've sat in front of our grandparents, quizzing them about what they wore when they were younger, listening to stories about their escapades, imagining gorgeous clothes, stylish hair and all things vintage. Yet, I've never asked them about things that have occurred in my lifetime. It seems so droll and unromantic, the 80s, 90s and today, but it's my past, that I am glad to say is over, just like Frankie. I can't wait for what life has to bring next and love the life I live here and now.
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