Blast From The Past

We were just discussing our ex-Blazer brother Evert only a couple of postings ago. As I recall, we were wondering if; and to what degree; the old gang dynamics might have been altered had Evert bothered to hang around the block a little longer than he did. Or even if he'd merely bothered to keep in touch with us by sending a Christmas card now and then during the past four decades.

But he didn't - and none of us knew where the hell he'd gone. And it certainly wasn't our job to try and hunt him down. He knew where he'd gone and he wasn't about to inform any of us. The next time we saw his smiling mug around the block was when he won some big chunk of change playing the 6/49 lottery in the mid 80s and he was forced to pose for a picture in the local paper. Or at least a picture in the local flyer that the lottery corporation published called 'Luck Magazine'.

No wonder we never heard from the guy anymore. He'd struck gold and didn't want anybody to know. He'd won a piece of the million dollar prize jackpot and quickly moved on up to the east side. To the hills of Victoria. Swimmin' pools; movie stars. What everybody does after winning the pools.