buckle-up

  Oh very young, what will you leave us this time You're only dancin' on this earth for a short while And though your dreams may toss and turn you now They will vanish away like your dad’s best jeans. Cat Stevens What designated the month of this March, for me, was how it marked the passage of another major milestone. I’m not telling, mind you, but it was a significant milestone. It represented a time for introspection. A time to think long and hard about whereto, now? The watches represent a mild indulgence on my part but each one tells a story about which, more will follow later in this post. As for the opening lyrics, it was way back in June1974, sitting in the old Hordern Pavilion within what was then the Sydney Showground that I attended my first concert; Cat Stevens. Not too rebellious for the times and safe to say, well before the times when anthem concerts would prevail. Oh, very young was more than appropriate for those times as I had little inclination as to wh...

  An early morning rise, repeated several times this past month, saw us standing outside the local Starbucks as it opened its doors. There’s something weird about an empty Starbucks, even more so these days as they provide table service. Serving coffee in cups and breakfast sandwiches on plates. We had returned to Colorado with a firm agenda to be followed. Our grandson Evan was scheduled for an operation, our storage area had to be emptied and yes, we had to get new plates for our latest vehicle purchased back at the end of June – the Beast, otherwise known as the Land Rover Defender 110 V8. Sipping that first cup of coffee, constantly checking my watch, awaiting a call from the folks at 1-800-GOT-JUNK to turn up for that final clean-out of the remaining goods and chattels we felt were way past their use-by-date, no longer holding any emotional attachment. Yes, gone is my thirty-year plus collection of Road and Track magazines with almost 400 issues filling numerous cartons I co...