Probably the greatest vacation of my life was to Rome.
I loved the antiquities, the ruins.
I loved the cafes, the streets that I walked.
I had a friend that showed me around.
It was great.
It felt life-changing.
I didn’t realize how until I got on the plane back to New York.

I started receiving Facebook messages in the air
asking my opinion
about what was happening at the club.
Nothing was happening at the club,
as far as I knew, but then,
I’d been away for a week and half.
How out of the loop could I be?

I checked on Facebook.
It looked like the club had been sold
and would be closing down for repairs
in about two months’ time.
Had they done this because I was out of town
so they had this window of opportunity?
I had no power or significance.
Nobody cared what I thought about anyone
– except for who had asked my opinion
about what was going on.

I guess some other people cared what I thought, too.
I fielded some other correspondence.
I was trying to catch up with the news
as I barrelled back towards the States
to learn the state of affairs.

Not everything was set in stone
when I landed,
but I learned a bit about the lack of clarity
with the upcoming owners of the club
the plans for a farewell show
and the time for renovations.

The club that I’d known and loved
would be out of commission for at least a month
or three.

At most forever.

This was all immediately on the heels
of the finest vacation I’d ever had.

This is why you must never relax.
Never let your guard down.
Never think you can take a break.
Never let your dreams get the better of you.
This is what happens when you do.