Could just be another year......

The wheel is turning
and you can't slow down
You can't let go
and you can't hold on
You can't go back
and you can't stand still
If the thunder don't get ya'
then the lightin' will.
                                R. Hunter

The seasons change, I can tell you what the order of events is, but as to what day, what time, what buoy? Sorry, that's beyond my pay grade, but I can assure you that something similar happened about twelve months ago, and that in another lap of the planet, it'll come up again, reassuringly similar, refreshingly different.  This year in a couple of weeks, I will have been honored to be sentenced to this planet for 60 years. Fate, choices, randomness, they all get thrown together like some bowl of brain coleslaw, each part doing it's job, but better for being blended in small chunks, everything unique, but dependent upon the other chunks for it to work. I feel obligated to try an make some sense of the hash, what if I'd a done that, what if this were different, when the hell am I going to address that weakness, or maybe blame it on someone else? I'm glad that Doc and Betty, and the rest of them standing behind, put this restlessness in the mix. "Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'" they said in the movie, and generally I'm proud to say that we've done the former. Married to Jane for what in comfortable moments seems like ages, and then sometimes like yesterday. Where did it go? Well, there's those three kids, not one of them would I trade for anything or anyone. Lots of interesting stories, the kind where the other guy wonders whether your crazy enough for that to be true, and then looks a little nervous because he decides that you are. I don't jump outta airplanes, or bridges, or even high dives, but we've taken enough chances, headed into the wind, and bet on the ugly horse enough times to know that you just gotta do that sometimes. We watch some movies, but the action thriller shoot 'em ups don't appeal, they are too tame compared to many of the adventures that I/we have had over the last 60 years. It seems as though that outta be a long time, but just the other day I was hangin' out in high school, or was it the Fillmore, or was I wearing my protective cravat. I remember most of it, some of it in shocking detail, but the kids, wedding, decision to come to La Paz stick out, and then the pulsing flow of you guys. Lots of fellow travelers, tryin' to figure it out, gettin' some hits, wandering lonely back to the dugout all too often, but keepin' on, walkin' through the door with ever wrinkling faces taught with the excitement of what could happen tomorrow. That's the deal, isn't it. Whatever your don', do it, don't gum it, chew it. At least as long as you've got teeth.
David