Thoughts on Life, Art, Photography, Technology, Teaching and Travel…..
Time…it’s our most precious commodity and yet we waste so much of it with being worried or stressed out about something. Most people would admit the older they get the faster time goes by. I look back at my childhood growing up in Brooklyn and then Long Island and it feels like those days never really happened. Those distant memories flicker through the back of my mind like an old time black and white newsreel. I blinked and I find myself 57 years old and 700 miles away from New York. As David Byrne from the Talking Heads asks in his song….”How did I get here?
I remember great times playing with my childhood friends Johnny Bosco, Mike Smith, Harry Bickman and Eddy Warren who are now deceased.
I remember doing “wheelies” while riding my lime green Sting Ray bike with the banana seat and sissy bar sticking up high behind my back.
I remember delivering Newspapers and tossing them on lawns in my neighborhood from the canvas bag hanging from my high handle bars of that Sting Ray bike.
I remember playing Army for hours on end in the woods surrounding Spooks Pond.
I remember my friend Mike Smith building Go Carts out of discarded lawn mover engines. We screamed down our neighborhood streets in those contraptions not ever once thinking we might get killed.
I remember playing first base on the Lions in Little League wearing my ill fitted mustard yellow uniform a nervous wreck that I may miss a catch or not get a hit.
I remember stick ball, curb ball, giant step, catch a fliers up and playing hide and seek on a street called Einstein Place.
I remember fish sticks and spaghetti, pork chops with a dollop of apple sauce, meat loaf covered in tomato soup sauce and Grandma’s goulash.
I remember sneaking cigarettes out of my mother’s pack of Lark’s and smoking them in the wooded lot behind the local “stores”.
I remember my first “real job” working as a ramp man at the local Drive Inn Movie wearing a denim white pantsuit and wielding a big silver flashlight with a long red plastic cone over the bulb. No one sneaked into the theater on my watch.
So many memories – some good and some bad experienced on this journey of life.
I can also vividly remember the emotional pain of divorce, anguish caused by being separated from my children, fear while serving in the military and incredible joy when my two children were born.
It’s all part of the fabric of life and the memories and experiences meld together like a mosaic that make us who we are.
So today…Thanksgiving I’m thankful for the good, bad and the ugly of my past and just hope God gives me more years, more experiences and more memories to look back on. Happy Thanksgiving to All!!
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