My Time With the Ring

Since today I'm as young as I'm gonna get, I want to talk about the gift of growing older.

I'm an original baby boomer born almost exactly nine months after my Dad returned from service in World War 2 and my Mom was very glad to greet him. For the last half of the 2Oth century we were the youthful generation hoping to die before we got old and never trusting anyone over 30.

Last time I checked Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey were still on tour although Keith Moon and John Entwhistle had the right stuff and were gone before they got too old and thus missed out on the glory of codger rock.

My Dad was wearing a ring that he had made for himself when he went away and when he came home that day and that night. I'm wearing that ring today. My mother made it to 92 and my Dad made it to 87. I'm 75 half way to 76. I've had and continue to have my brushes with mortality but aside from those, Mrs Lincoln, I'm still immature and not too proud to crow.

When I was young and immature, we switched from the East Coats peanut gallery of  Howdy Doody to the West Coast corporate gathering designed for us called the Mickey Mouse club that put us in Mouse ears and coonskin caps which got us ready for sideburns and beatle wigs. Disney kept calling us the citizens of the 21rst century.

And here we are.

Being citizens.

Senior citizens I might add.

Let's see

Big John and Sparky

Gorillas in Korea

Teevee

Howdy Doody

Clarabell speaks his only words on the last show

"Good bye kids"

And then becomes Captain Kangaroo.

Davey Crockett

The Alamo

Elvis

Ed Sullivan

Beatles, Stones, Kinks, DC 5

JFK

Muhammad Ali

Viet Nam

Berlin Wall

Dallas

Draft Cards

MLK

RFK

LSD

Weed

Woodstock

Nixon

Watergate

Hostages

Contragate

War in Iraq

Boomer President

Impeachment

Supreme Coiurt decides Presidency

9/11

Weapons of Mass Destruction

Afghanistan

Obama Care

Obstructionism

Trump

Comey

Pandemic

Impeachment

Insurrection

Impeachment

Big Lies

Global Burning and Frying

Overturning Roe vs Wade.....

yeah that's enough. 

Sadly clear where this is going unless.....

We could go back to Hoover when the damn was built and the ring was forged because the ring has been through it all.

Since I'm estranged from my son, I'm not sure who should get the ring when I pass. Therefore, I've decided to live forever or until I get old.