One year ago today I wrote an optimistic if naive story for Associated Content about the wonderful things I’d seen in my 50 years.
Several of us turned 50 last year including Valerie, Fojammi, Tony, Benet and just a little farther back Dominic and Sharon. (Gorski what about you)?
Speaking for most of us 50 is a M$th&r F*ck#r!!
Valerie and I lost our cars. Everyone was out of work. Our vision is fading. The aches and pains are becoming intrusive. It takes longer to walk off hangovers. I think I still have one from the party Valerie threw for me last year.
As I turn 51 I like to think maybe I can leave 50 behind, move on and never look back. Kind of like the Bush administration. It’s going to take some time but if we keep working at it things will improve. Hey, come to think of it maybe a lot of the pain was because of George Bush!
The return of spring should thaw my arthritic joints. I’ve always thought April 16th (the day after tax day) was symbolically a beginning for fresh optimism. (As long as I’m not audited)
Until then there’s always February 2nd Groundhog Day, my favorite holiday. Not to mention the Soulard Mardi Gras Dog Parade, the world’s most dazzling spectacle.
At least my friends and I have gotten to watch each other grow old. Most of us are still around.
My son is still under the impression I’ll live to be 100. Of course he saw me as skinny when I was fat and young when my hair turned gray. I guess that’s the prejudice of love.
I’ve been criticized for being overly sentimental but nostalgia has always been my great passion.
Like my article last year, when I talk about growing old I begin to ramble.
Happy birthday to us.
I love you all and you know I mean it!
Pic is Dylan and me at Noel and Dennis’ New Years Farm Party