Tell me this photograph doesn’t fill you with an enduring sense of hope for the future. Like no matter who you are or what you’ve been through in this life, there’s always a way forward — another day, a new experience, a road not yet taken.
Look into their young, exuberant faces and tell me you don’t feel it in the pit of your stomach. A pang of nostalgia for all that once was, coupled with a real sense of loss. But it’s all wrapped in an overwhelming sentiment of hope — as if you know, in the very fiber of your being, that it’s the right thing to do and the way things must be.
It’s like when Will Hunting got in that car and drove all the way across the country to go see about a girl. Like when Red broke parole, crossed the border at Fort Hancock and made it all the way to that beach in Zihuatanejo to see his friend. Like if Monty Brogan heeded his pop’s words on that drive to Otisville and headed out west, got a job somewhere, made a new life for himself and never looked back.
There he goes. Farewell, Cap. You know what they say — the best way to live in California is to be from somewhere else. See you soon.