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Still Crazy After All These Years
Posted in memory of JT, my first childhood
heart-throb, one of the best buddies I've ever
had, who taught me a mean slam-dunk in the
fifth grade, and was the only guy who ever
told me I made him feel ten feet tall.
Remember Paul Simon's song from the mid seventies Still Crazy After All These Years?
How did Paul already understand, as a guy of only thirty-something the bittersweet stuff that life's made of? Read on.
"I met my old lover
On the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled..."
Didn't quite meet him, rather was surfing the Web, hoping to look up a childhood friend, exchange a few emails and smile. Instead, discovered that my old friend had passed on some time ago - not quite a smile.
"And we talked about some old times
And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy afler all these years
Oh, still crazy after all these years..."
Managed to find and exchange emails with his old best friend, we did talk about some old times, hard to drink beers over the Web, but it was a buzz to discover that we remembered so many of the same good times, innocent times: dancing to Ray Charles, summer picnics, movies, not even aware how happy we were just being crazy pre-teens having a good time.
"I'm not the kind of man
Who tends to socialize
I seem to lean on
Old familiar ways
And I ain't no fool for love songs
That whisper in my ears..."
We sure got our fill of socializing, wild times in the sixities and seventies, Yuppie aspirations in the eighties.
By the ninties we were all grown up, facing some hard realities - romance didn't last long, but work days and mortgages do.
The old familiar ways got comfortable, an evening at home is just fine.
Four in the morning
Crapped out, yawning
Longing my life a--way
I'll never worry
Why should I?
It's all gonna fade..."
Know the feeling? Late night, worn out, can't sleep, tired, frustrated, angry? At fifty-something closer to sixty-
something, we've been there. We've worried about lay-offs, maybe been laid off, now pensions... We've seen times,
places, and unfortunately family and friends fade. Not to worry, it's all gonna fade. Remember the Good Times,
and enjoy the Now.
"Now I sit by my window
And I watch the cars
I fear I'll do some damage
One fine day
But I would not be convicted
By a jury of my peers
Still crazy after all these years
Oh, still crazy
Still crazy
Still crazy after all these years"
What damage? There's plenty I'm sure. Let's not dwell on it. For now, I'll settle for giving myself permission
speak my mind, occassionally tell people off. Enough for now...
Let The Good Times Roll,
Onward & Upward,
~Paula
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