A Little Voice Inside My Head Said Don't Look Back You Can Never Look Back

This was my fifth return to Pasadena since moving away, though that is somewhat misleading, as this was only the second trip for fun. 

(The first three were 1) when my brother was in a coma and about to die, 2) his memorial service, 3) taking my dad to his dentist and oncologist during the height of the pandemic. None of those trips were "fun.")

On the previous four trips I had avoided this place and I had no plans to return on this one, but one night I was drunk and my friend Amy kept nagging me to come with her. "It will be fun," she said. "Just one drink."

So I relented. 

It was not fun.

In the first decade of the millennium, I came here more than a thousand times when it was fun. 

Those days are gone forever. I should just let them go.