This and That

I thought I surprise young Ted Knorr with a post. My first one in ages. Feeling a little nostalgic after a few adult beverages, I have been reflecting on my life after trading in my human companions for dogs with Ted's departure from Seymour Street in 1989. Would I trade my canine connections for the camaraderie of real people, probably not.
I do miss the guys stopping in at all hours usually toting a six-pack and Ted calling me downstairs from his upstairs bedroom when all he had to do is holler down. Mortality is very real. Everyday in the newspaper I am reminded of it with the passing of another acquaintance. I have been blessed with good health despite abusing my body during the 340 days and beyond. My pop, 87 years old, has been in and out of the hospital repeatedly the last few months.
Have I been really just talking to my dogs,Bojac,Lobo and Cisco these past 21 years ? Perhaps, the solitude of living alone has been a welcome respite from the hectic Club days. With a pet though I have never really felt alone. Approaching "old age" I have to wonder whether this lifestyle can continue. I have no doubt that I will not take the matrimonial plunge ala our roomie Sil did so that leaves me with four legged room-mates. Cisco, my current dog is five years old. A normal life expectancy is 10 or 11 years so I will be 65-66 when he passes on to the Rainbow Bridge.
I will have to make a decision then whether or not to get another dog. Maybe at that time there will be another 340 in the works to make my options clearer. Forgive the rambling, I have been imbibing on Pabst,Spaten and Peroni. Maybe they don't mix all that well.