Jack is thirty-five and single once again. He is not, as he as quick to point out, going through a midlife crisis. Still, it would be nice to have a partner.<br><br>So he sets out on an adventure to find the one-time love of his life, Bing, a man he hasn't set eyes on in more than fifteen years, a man who has seemingly vanished off the face of the planet. With the help of his family and friends -- plus the family dog and, of all people, his high school bully -- he goes searching for Bing, only to unearth an ages-old mystery that puts them all in grave danger.<br><br>In this hysterically funny tale of romance and self-discovery, the question remains right up to the surprise ending: can we return to our past in order to create better our future?

Midlife Crisis

Pot, kettle, black, Ma, I thought. “Thanks. Hugs to Dad and Chompers from me.”


The phone call quickly and abruptly ended. I’d learned nothing except that I was no closer to finding Bing than when I started. And so I sat there staring at the pictures of him, of us. Was I ever that young? In truth, I couldn’t remember the guy in the pictures, the me in the pictures. Still, the me seemed happy. Thinking back, I suppose that’s what I was: happy. And now? Well no, not so much. Sure, life was fine, work was fine, my friends were fine, but fine isn’t so fine, not unless you’re talking about china―the plates, not the country.


Chapter 5