Frisson

(c) 2010 F. Bruce Abel

Walking Friday night (to meet Jerry Springer's Democratic fundraiser next door), from the old parking garage at 3rd and Vine, through the Central Trust Annex, into the Central Trust bank lobby, and through the front door out to 4th Street, and left to "McAlpins," now a luxury condo building, gave me frisson. The prime of my working life was in 2208. Goodbye Bartlett, Bill Herron, Jim Ryan, Charles Tobias, Bob White. Goodbye Jerry the corner newspaperman. Goodbye lunches at the old McAlpins. Goodbye trips to Harrisburg, Columbus, Frankfort, even D.C., Pittsburgh.

Exactly what is the prime of one's life? Has it occurred yet?