life, thoughts

Is Thirty-Seven the Magic Number?

At my wedding reception in the (ahem) 80s, I remember telling someone, “When we are on our fifteen-year anniversary it’ll be the year 2000!” Since it was my wedding day, and we were only married for a couple of hours, fifteen years seemed like an eternity. And we’d be old!

The turn of the century seemed like science fiction to me. A time and space that was beyond my capacity to comprehend. My future seemed bright, but also scary. Would our marriage make it? Would we have children? Would we both even live to the year 2000 and beyond to grow old together?

Here we are, June 1st, 2022 and both of us completely forgot our anniversary until it was upon us. Is thirty-seven years the magic number when it’s no longer a big deal?

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life, music

Rebellious No More

music02_1 fdpBack in the day (you know, in the early 80’s), my high school/college friends and I thought we were youthful rebels with our rock music.

I’ve always been someone who couldn’t pretend that I liked something if I didn’t, and I didn’t just like rock music, I loved it. I used to say, “I don’t care how old I get, I’ll always be a rocker.” All the while thinking that rock was only for young people, and I planned to be rocking with a wrinkly ass at age eighty-five.

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