Third man (from right) standing? A graduation photo?
Dig those plaid slacks, center front. My ex had a pair similar, which he wore with a pony skin vest over a purple buccaneer shirt. Some things are better left in the past.
Richard Russo (the author) in an NPR interview today spoke of those in their 60s and have become almost chiseled in stone and who now realized if "they're going to turn their ship around, it'll have to be done in the harbor."
Hmmm...I'd like my ship to be a '47 Swan, heading south from Hawaii on the milk run, spending a year in Bora Bora. But yes, I take your point. I'm not quite chiseled yet, though my coronaries have become calcified. cheers.
Joanne, you're hitting awfully close to home there. Yeah, money was involved. But some good was also done. I hope when the scales on me are weighed, the money will be lighter. But that's not for me to say.
Would be nice to have bottled up some of that energy and idealism. A dose of that would be good in our dotage eh? Your headline and similar sentiments expressed by others, including your's truly, makes me think I'm watching a slow motion version of a 1940's drama--where in our generation assumes the roles of the aging actors lamenting how the times have changed! And they have!
Maybe, i don't know Tom. The dose of that now might seem not applicable. I don't know. Yeah, I know what you mean, but I'm not my parents, I'm not my dad. And I'm certainly not my kids. It seems we're all our own generation, and own ideas, and some work out better than others, eh?
few of us were hero's, Geo. three of those pictured were VN vets, one was a genuine genius, one was a complicated guy that became the head of cardiology for the entire university. We all led complicated lives, like we all do. We are just people.
Third man (from right) standing? A graduation photo?
ReplyDeleteDig those plaid slacks, center front. My ex had a pair similar, which he wore with a pony skin vest over a purple buccaneer shirt. Some things are better left in the past.
Yep. No, not a graduation, they'd just hauled us out for some damn reason, I was in scrubs because I'd had cases in the cath lab.
ReplyDeleteRichard Russo (the author) in an NPR interview today spoke of those in their 60s and have become almost chiseled in stone and who now realized if "they're going to turn their ship around, it'll have to be done in the harbor."
ReplyDeleteHmmm...I'd like my ship to be a '47 Swan, heading south from Hawaii on the milk run, spending a year in Bora Bora. But yes, I take your point. I'm not quite chiseled yet, though my coronaries have become calcified.
Deletecheers.
Joanne, you're hitting awfully close to home there. Yeah, money was involved. But some good was also done. I hope when the scales on me are weighed, the money will be lighter. But that's not for me to say.
ReplyDeleteWould be nice to have bottled up some of that energy and idealism. A dose of that would be good in our dotage eh?
ReplyDeleteYour headline and similar sentiments expressed by others, including your's truly, makes me think I'm watching a slow motion version of a 1940's drama--where in our generation assumes the roles of the aging actors lamenting how the times have changed! And they have!
Maybe, i don't know Tom. The dose of that now might seem
Deletenot applicable. I don't know. Yeah, I know what you mean, but I'm not my parents, I'm not my dad. And I'm certainly not my kids. It seems we're all our own generation, and own ideas, and some work out better than others, eh?
A handful of heroes who saved many times their own lives. No tragedy there, Mike. Brava, bravo and thank you.
ReplyDeletefew of us were hero's, Geo. three of those pictured were VN vets, one was a genuine genius, one was a complicated guy that became the head of cardiology for the entire university. We all led complicated lives, like we all do. We are just people.
DeleteAh, the hope, the dreams the certainty of a better life ahead and the power to change the world.
ReplyDeleteI love our young selves.
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I like them, I don't love them. I knew them too well.
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