Thoughts…….

Thoughts…….

Uh huh, what I thought.. Paper this morning… Barbara Eden 75 (Say it ain’t so Major Healy!).. Shelly Long, Rick Springfield, each 60 today.. Was it that long ago they were each heartthrobs to America?… Nifty article on Streisand.. now 67..

Listening to Sport’s Psychology show on radio.. Feller being interviewed about “life after announcement of brain tumor”… “Things I thought were important, now don’t seem so.. What matters now is my God and my family… I usedta often not even stare when I walked past a gorgeous flower… now I take the time to stop and absorb the aroma..”

Question of the day in newspaper.. “Should United States schools ‘group’ children by ability instead of age?”… Overwhelming 57% “yes:”.. Again, say it ain’t so. I LOVE the fact that the buddies I hang out with are still, to me, “Juniors,” albeit almost 40 years ago. Went to lunch with 3 coworkers, 2 trucking sale’s reps.. I’d always liked, trusted, appreciated the rep I rode with.. At the luncheon, learned I am two months older than him…

In the return trip back to work, we zestfully visited about Vietnam, our lottery numbers, Jimi Hendrix and the musical era we shared.. Sports of the day.. Long hair.. Dress codes abolished or toned down.. THE day.. We honestly each lit up to know we’d been thru, experienced, loved the same chronological goings on. Hell no don’t group kids by ability. Have multiple classes for same age kids - then separate by ability - but please keep “Our Time” our time. “The Way We Were” right Barbara?

Mem’ries light the corners of my mind…

I will never forget Sam Gillham (Class of ‘69) and Vic Rowan (‘70) driving around the Koo Koo (our hamburger joint hangout) 69 times in Sam’s Chevy. Sam pulled over, parked. Vic got out, walked the 70th and final lap. Driving around once for “A”, twice for “B”, three times for “C” just doesn’t have the same ring to it. (Or, halfway for “Incomplete”). Please continue to honor “our time.”

Anger. Why does it have sucha grip on America? Couple of guys playing basketball, having fun. Late night. Group of guys that didn’t even know them drive by, shout obscenities.. Get out.. Beat the guy to a pulp (6 on 1), life threatening injuries. What for? Why? Where’d the anger come from?

Anger is a cataract to the soul. Wasted time. Meds can help, yet most won’t seek them - continuing to concentrate on the negative. No comprende. I feel very sorry for those that spend 24/7 pent. There is so much out here to enjoy, behold, say thanks for. Wish they could too.

Beauty, nature’s elixer to anger. A grandmother smiling as she stares at her grandchild. Seeing the elderly man wheel his wife to the buffet table.. Assisting her in getting exactly what she wants… listening to children talk… learning, emulating, formulating their own ideas. Excitement in their speech that hopefully will never wane…

Seeing no color. Walking out of the local Community Center.. Two middle aged white ladies, one middle aged black lady.. Formally dressed…No idea why the celebration.. Elderly black lady pulls car up.. They part ways, grouped by color.. But.. .before they do, they trade hugs.. Say ‘thanks’.. one turns to the elderly driver and says “Thanks for having her!”.. they obviously, thru life, maintained learning, emulating, formulating their own ideas - and still, at middle age, show excitement in their speech. Far out.

Ok, the yard needs mowed, the house needs clean (OH does it).. I still gotta do laundry, yet here I sit. Better get the hell up and do something.

In closing, a toast to the Class of 70... And please… please share it with those you walked to school with.. Played kick the can.. Shared the Driver’s Ed car.. Tuned in the same radio station with from your day……..

Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...

Aren’t most thoughts wonderful? Love, Victurd.