11/22/63- Now and Then

11/22/1963 I can’t believe we are coming up on the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President Kennedy. Well, maybe I believe that much. I just find it difficult to believe that I am old enough to remember this date. As a class, we had all gathered with everyone else in front of our school’sContinue reading “11/22/63- Now and Then”

First parking ticket, and a new car- Now

A few weeks ago, I got my first-ever parking ticket. It was actually the first ticket of any kind I have gotten the entire time I have been driving. This was traumatic to some extent. My perfect record was gone. This includes a couple of years when I was driving professionally, first as a messenger/deliveryContinue reading “First parking ticket, and a new car- Now”

A Sunday at Peet’s- Now, but also then

It is a rare Sunday visit to Peet’s, a coffee shop in the town where I live. Only one of the regulars that I have become used to seeing on my more common weekday morning visits is here. I have known of Peet’s since my college days, in a much earlier life. Then I couldContinue reading “A Sunday at Peet’s- Now, but also then”

Worrying about the future; past- Now

Contemplating the future is probably not the most sensible use of my time, but it seems to have been foremost in my mind recently. It makes no sense, really. It will be what it will be. If in my past, I had known of and contemplated the details needed to reach this particular present, I might notContinue reading “Worrying about the future; past- Now”

High school moments and beyond, then and now

Things were always changing in my younger years. The Beatles had just stopped being the Beatles, or so it seemed at the time. Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. were both killed at a time they had so much more to offer, at least potentially. The Vietnam War escalated. College tension increased. Riots andContinue reading “High school moments and beyond, then and now”

Getting older . . .

I will be the first to admit this. I am getting old. I see it and feel it every day. This is not so bad, really. I know it is inevitable and irreversible. I appear older than I actually am chronologically. Thinking back, this has always been the case. My voice deepened earlier than mostContinue reading “Getting older . . .”