As I spent the past couple days looking over my past columns, I was surprised to see how much time I have spent looking at the past. Lamenting the passage of time, and wondering where the joys of childhood and innocence have gone. Perhaps I’m the only person who reads this deeply into my writing, and maybe I have just been in a reflective mood lately. Either way, getting older and watching life change can be a real trip. Last weekend I sat in the stands of my old high school (a place I barely recognize) watching my younger brother graduate. He is the last of the three Flesher boys to graduate from Avon Lake High School, at least until the grandkids get there. I sat in the same stands of the basketball gym, the same stands I used to sit with friends and watch our basketball team dressed in any assortment of odd costumes. (I once went in swim gear wearing flippers, and I can truly say I have no idea why.