Well, there’s my history … and then there’s my future. I imagine grand unknowns up ahead. Should they be entirely fresh or should I welcome glimpses of the past?
My dear wife Jody and I loved the TV series “Lost” – the story of plane crash survivors finding their way on an uncharted island. We cuddled on the couch for six years (2004 – 2010), living and dying with the trials of Kate, Jack, Sawyer, Hurley, Sayid and Locke.
In recent times, long after Jody died, I’ve occasionally thought of my island friends with a wee smile. And then it was on to the events of the day.
Two days ago, I was enjoying “Elena of Avalor” on Disney Plus. What an amazing, good-hearted teenager Elena is! I decided to snort around the Disney menu to see what they’d added recently. After a pleasant meandering, I clicked one more time … and there it was – all six seasons of “Lost”!
In the spirit of yielding to temptation, last night I entered the world of Season 1, Episode 1. Oh my God! “Hello, dear ones.”
Memories flooded, and there were moments when I knew what a character would say next. I was cozy on the couch again.
So, Bruce, now what? As of this moment, I’ve devoured the first three episodes. The hooking is happening. Trouble is, there are 117 more chapters beckoning to me. Will the mature, forward-thinking youngish man prevail, on his way to new TV-less adventures? Or will I succumb to the revisiting of a darned good story?