In the movie "The Rose" Bette Midler plays a Janis Joplin type character that just before she collapses on stage she asks, "Where is everybody going?"
Sooner or later we all come face to face with our immortality. It happens at different ages for all of us and with different degrees of angst. I personally, was able to be in denial about it until I was 60 or so---then I too started wondered where everybody was going.
I am not sure what triggers this awareness. Perhaps the death of friends and parents. It can happen when your own kids start having kids. For some it is the physical limitations that prevent them from doing what they are used to doing that forces them to think about it. It is most likely as "individual" as we are individual.
I got to thinking about this while looking at Barbara Duncan's old pictures of Searcy Arkansas. These "posed" pictures of people----are no longer people I don't know. They are pictures of me and my friends and family that people find tucked away in drawers or between the pages of books----and they are wondering who I am----who I was.
Charles Buell
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Oh yes, I am 56 and have started to notice a small mind change. Oh well I don't plan on sitting back and waiting.
When my granddaughter appeared on the scene I started thinking more about getting my act together so I could be around to play awhile longer.
Charles, ah could a cried (that means I almost did) after listening to Bette's song, seeing my name and trying to pick you out of the photo. After much deliberation I think you are 3rd from left but you may have some brothers in that picture because several look alike. I'm flagging this post!
That song is definately a tear jerker especially if you have seen the movie. Yep, that is me right behind the old fart with the ball:)
Dick, I like the "Timex watch" model---takes a lickin and keeps on tickin
Cindy, grand kids are a biggy for sure
You know, everyday we're out there dodging bulletts - I try to live each day like it's the last.
Carol, that seems to be prudent:)----but not always easy to do---takes considerable vigilance
Your never too old for a mortality check. Reflecting on my close calls I think that being a leo aside I might have more than 9 lives(or I hope cause I might be in minus numbers). lets see...
Spinal Meningitis, A handfull of close calls on the bike (no hands + big cars+ little common sense = danger), attacked by a dog, Flew a few kites into a few wires (I guess I didn't learn the first time), A threat made against the integrity of our aircraft (true), five years of free soloing (climbing minus the safety gear), A head on car crash (80 mile an hour impact), and a partridge and a pear tree. Now days I like to think that I've toned it down a bit and appreciate my life and the people I have in it. Nowadays I just can't justify those kinds of risks after all, we are all proof that nothing lasts. I hope my son will be able to appreciate all of the videos and pictures we took of him when he is older. I'm really happy I was able to survive my reckless days intact It really makes me appreciate what I now have. I used to think that it is wasnt a sad thing to die doing something that you love but it is a sad thing to go before your time.
I for one am mightly glad to see you hanging around:)
Kinda funny Charles, when we were younger, we all had that 'S' tattooed on our chests. I wonder when we loose it. I seem to have lost mine several years ago when I faced that fact that unlike the Highlander, I was a mortal...
Hey Charlie,
Pretty serious stuff from the B-man. Tales from the crypt, photos too.
I forgot to ask, but didn't I recognize some of those guys as having ridden with the Earp brothers at the OK corral?