Time Flies

OAFS Photo¹

When I heard that the Reverend Jesse Jackson had passed away. I noted that he had been born in 1941, my first thought being, "Wow, he wasn't that old." Then I saw the report mentioned that he was 84 years old. So he had lived a good, long life.

I don't think of the 1940s as being all that long ago, probably because I spend a lot of time reading about World War II, which ended eight years before I was born. (VE day was exactly eight years before my birth.)

After all, I'm pushing 73, which doesn't, from my perspective, feel all that old. Though my knees and back are probably figuratively "rolling their eyes" at that statement. My brain is still pretty young-thinking, my body usually does feel its age. Especially after rough-housing with my grandsons Roberto and Finnegan.

Time flies, neh?

I had the thought that I had retired from the Air Force some 25 years ago ...

Nope, it's 27 years ago as of May. I retired from Raytheon 14 months ago, and I spent 25 years there.

Robert Duvall, one of my favorite actors, passed away this week as well. That one hit close to home as he was younger than my mother! I'd like to say that Mom is still going strong as she heads towards 96, but she's not. Not really. She's forgetful as hell, can't hear to save her life and is far too stubborn to consent to having us get her hearing aids. She gets by, day to day.

Getting old ain't for sissies.

Brad Arnold of Three Doors Down died back on the 7th of February. While not a huge fan of their music (I only own one album, and that's a greatest hits album) I did enjoy their music, and their energy.

I love that band for the simple fact of this video ...

I need to get more of their music.

Life comes at you fast, enjoy it while you can.

Peace.

¹ F/A-18F clock given to me by LUSH. Time, in this case, does seem to fly literally.