A slight deviation(when one initiates the tread it's called a deviation, for the rest of you it's a hijack)
This is sparked by Wxx3's post above.
We, by that I mean my old uni group of twenty or so, have just had a 40th anniversary weekend bash in an old Aussie country hotel in the bush. Lots, and I mean lots, of wine,songs, laughter & stories(lies).
No one would have called us remotely responsible, especially our wives. Games of tennis at 4.00am with yet more wine, sunglasses at breakfast, more laughter, nothing has really changed since we were 20(well in our minds anyway)
This group is now spread across the world but we were all there.Some are now quite wealthy some not, it mattered not. We argued over politics, philosophy, old girl/boy friends, but above all we just laughed, and opened more wine
In a way I am surprised at my own reaction to Robin Williams death, and reading the lines from that Jack London verse has brought into sharp focus how much that sense of Joie de vivre means to me, and above all the laughter that comes with it.
It might sound a bit trite but life is a fragile thing, once it's gone there is no coming back.