Power Walk Down Memory Lane

So I changed the route of my morning walk today and this took me right by some of my old high school haunts: the park where we would go park and drink beer (sangria for me; in those days, I didn't like beer) and then leave the bottles in the nooks and crannies of an old banyon tree. Affectionately known as the Beer Tree.

The Beer Tree is gone, alas, replaced by a very institutional and not-much-fun oak tree.

I also strolled by the little inlet where my high school boyfriend and I would park and make out. And right at the turn into the inlet, I noted a condom wrapper on the ground.

A little further up the road, I saw the obviously well-used contents of said wrapper.

I laughed all the way home.

Glad to know some things never change.

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