Okay, so the title really has little/nothing to do with my new post. I just heard that song on the radio today and I liked it. So I decided it should be the title of my new post. For any concerned parties, Superman is not dead. (Christopher Reeve died a few years ago, but apparently in Hollywood, that did not mean that Clark Kent had to die with him.
Anyway, today I drove to Lansing for a summer camp staff meeting. The drive up was quite pleasant and the meeting was good, but the drive home was abominable. It took me an hour and a half to get from Lansing to Brighton. It usually takes me less than that to get from Lansing to Ann Arbor. That annoyed me but Marge and I made it home safely so we can't complain too much.
Today I came to a realization about life. I ran into an old friend at the staff meeting and we chatted for a second or two, nothing major just saying hello and how are you. Then as I was sitting in traffic contemplating the migraine I was enduring I realized something. Once upon a time, Amy and I were good friends; we were close-ish. And back in the day, her brother and I were just friendly acquaintances. We knew each other's names and we would acknowledge each other's existence if forced. But now, he's actually one of my good friends and someone with whom I could actually have a conversation. When did that happen?
It's really funny how life changes. I'm glad it does. I'm just really starting to wonder when these things happen. Maybe I should start paying attention...
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