When it happens, you rarely notice. Most moments in life come and go, never even get our attention. Several hours, days or weeks later you start to realize a certain time in your life has occurred, which you will remember forever, but details have been lost. Today was different.I was seated at a makeshift bar outside of a small town in Missouri. Next to me a old beat-up portable radio was struggling to play “Barefoot Blue Jean Night” by Jake Owen. It was 103 degrees and a hot breeze, may have cooled it down to 101. The bartender had just pulled the beer from a ice-filled cooler and put it in front of me. I eased that longneck Bud to my lips and let the cool liquid past over my tongue and run down my throat. I suddenly realized that I would remember this experience the rest of my life. The song, the heat and the Bud are now forever burned into my memory.
There was nothing special about it other than the moment itself. I realize that most people, whose opinion I even cared about, would be puzzled at my attraction to this little slice in time. But as you get older those key moments seem to drift further apart. It is nice to realize that I still have unforgettable experiences other than getting up in the morning.
