Forty-five years ago today I graduated from HS. Dad took me to Fargo a few days earlier to get a suit. It was the worst suit EVER. I remember when we arrived at the school I got out of the car and my suit was so wrinkled I looked like a wreck that just happened. Anyway here are some of the memories from years gone by. One can certainly look and say wow, the 60's were a bit different than now. Life travels so fast and goes so many places and takes so many turns that it actually is good once in a while to stop, reflect and take stock of who God is, how good he is and where we are in our daily walk. Thinking back on my days at home, my grade school days and my high school days I have so much to be thankful for. Our family was so so poor but I don't remember feeling badly about that, my dad never went to my games but somehow God shielded me from that disappointment, my mother was so faithful in her love and care of me and I know I did not show how appreciative I was---you get the picture. I would say for sure, those were the good old days, would I go back and relive them? No way would I do that which would cause me to erase all the happy memories I have over the last 45 years. God has been too good, too generous to ever think I may want to start over.