2010 The year we made contact according to Arthur C. Clarke.
This is also the year I will celebrate my 63rd Birthday. Was it so long ago that I thought that age to be obscenely ancient? Well, yes actually, that would have been almost half a century ago.
I was born into one of the forgotten generations. Too young to be a war baby but too old to be a baby boomer. People born between 1945 and 1950 did not have a generation tag. We just were. And with a birth in 1947, I fell smack in the center of that nameless crowd,
9:52 AM – Since this is in diary format, I guess I should be jotting down date and time entries, so here it is. I have awakened and still do not have the slightest clue as to the point(s) I wish to make.
Therefore, I shall dispense my take, after a half-century + of life, on certain “truisms”.
1. Time heals all wounds. Bullshit! Time heals minor scrapes and bruises.. Major wounds are simply scabbed over and can be reopened at the earliest opportunity and with the least provocation. Time is more like Novocaine, it just numbs the pain.
2. There is no such thing as a free lunch. True unless it’s your birthday and you are at Denny’s or you run a financial institution into the ground during the Bush administration.
3. There is always light at the end of the tunnel… Yeah & it is probably another freight train carrying the next shipment of grief and wup ass.
4. Every cloud has a silver lining.. Look again, it’s probably Mercury so you better have a big umbrella handy.
Enough for now..
I do not promise an entertaining or even a consistent BLOG. Having started this I will attempt to drop by from time to time to jot down some thoughts.
Stephen King likens memory (in “The Dreamcatcher”), to a file cabinet that eventually overflows and drops some files to the floor. I rather like to think of it as a computer hard drive which develops bad sectors over the years. This is my attempt to stay ahead if the bad sectors
Originally.POSTED BY CHEZZY A long time ago and in a Galaxy far far away.