I Used To Wish Her A Happy Labor Day
So here we are, 68 years later. A lot of people back in Lordship, Connecticut, know a lot of things about me, but either they have graciously short memories, or are deceased. But when I went back 31 years ago having been promoted to an SIP (Somewhat Important Person), nobody mentioned stuff I did as a kid. I’ll always be grateful.
A friend sent me a really funny birthday card. It had two bananas on the front: One fresh and new, the other a day later, all black and splotchy. “Being one day older only matters if you’re a banana.” I woke up the same person I was yesterday, and even if the odometer turns over significantly (40-50-60), it’s still only one day.
What’s the difference between Tommy in grammar school and Tom post retirement age? I’m a better writer, I can read deeper stuff, I realize why reality shows and Yogi Berra’s sayings need to be scripted and edited. Long ago, I thought all the answers were easy; people think I’m a liberal simply because I now know they aren’t.
When I was a kid, born and brought up a Roman Catholic, I used to worship the church. I don’t anymore and probably never will. But, what the heck, it’s home.