Time flies...

My good friend Chuck Hults turned 50 today. It seems like yesterday we were skating the Bro Bowl in Tampa together, after a day of bagging rails at Schmitt's house. I think he was maybe 22 then. Time is funny. That seems like it was only yesterday, but it also feels like a lifetime ago. Another example, I moved from Oakland to San Diego less than a year ago, but it seems like another lifetime. My time in Florida, however, doesn't seem like it was that long ago. Maybe it's the effects of my age, I don't know.