Sunday Morning

I'm a little over 60.  Sunday morning in my 20's was trying to shake off a hangover sometimes.  Then I used to visit Hialeah Park during "the season" to watch the horses work out and maybe get to info on a future race.  Then I discovered Sunday Morning with Charles Kauralt.  Then I started going to the local Unitarian Universalist Church. 

In Miami the tourist season isn't exactly what it used to be.  It is a much more year round thing.  Hialeah closed but has reopened with slots in the future.  I've been back to watch the quarter horses work out and it is almost the same thing but the cowboy hats make me feel a little bit strange.  And Charles Osgood has replaced Karault, and I can't remember the last time I had a beer on Sunday Morning in spite of the title of this blog.

One habit replaces another and so it goes.  I am happy seeing people on Sunday Morning at church.  And the isolation of earlier times is gone. 

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