What’s going on – indeed!

During my little jaunt back into history – when I was told (incorrectly) that Willie McCovey had been the hero of the 1962 World Series – I’d directed heavy concentration on the little patch (of history) and (lo and behold!) – It - history - had moved!

So, at the chance of being ‘redundant,’ I posed the question (What’s going on?) to myself once again; while at the same time - recalling the great song by Marvin - of the same name.

Getting up from the computer I walked over to the living room window, and looked outside.  Why?  I have no idea.

Staring outside in the bright morning light - I heard the television set babbling it’s usual dire warnings of life in the ‘world,’ – at our present time, and my mind wondered what it would be like (here in this world) 20, 30 or 50 years in the future?

Slowly my internal thoughts returned to the present and immediately dropped into the past; a place I had found myself returning to – often – in the last few months.  I wondered what it all meant.  The dreams; they had been occurring nightly for the last 6 months or so.  Realistic dreams of my past; the people, the places, the times.

By themselves – the dreams seemed meaningless, but coupled with the significant event of finding history had moved on me – had me sufficiently alarmed and wondering.

I wondered if all this was a prologue to something about to happen to me.  A momentous event, perhaps something so big that my world would be shook to its roots?  In any event I must admit to feeling the unease, as if it was a physical entity instead of merely a feeling, albeit an eerie one. 

It was along about this time that I saw him.

He was walking on my sidewalk – strolling along as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

I really couldn’t believe what my eyes were telling me, but I knew without a doubt who was approaching my front door.

Leo.