It was a “Robert Harrell” sort of day…breezy, warm and a golf course nearby just waiting for his foursome to tee off. They would hit a few balls, have a few laughs, followed by the requisite Canadian Club and coke at the 19th hole.
Today was just such a day. Sadly, Robert was there in spirit only as his legions of friends and family gathered. It was a great day to remember Robert and all he meant to the community of West Point. The crowd was gathered to dedicate what is the most unique putting green in the world – designed in the shape of the State of Mississippi.
(Pictured above are Robert’s children, wife Caroline, fourth from the left, and his brother- in-law George Bryan at right served as master of ceremonies.)
Spring will never be rhe same for me. Today would have been the 80th birthday of Jack Vaighan, my special friend who died on December 12 of last year. He was a young 78 year old at the time of his death. When I say young, I mean it. He worked out religiously and ran up and down football fields until he retired to the “upstairs” and finished his career in a playback headset.
This picture was made prior to the Texas A & M and Missouri game a season or two ago. His son, Scott (right) is following in his footsteps and is now an official with the Southeastern Conference which was working the game where Jack got some strange looks sporting his MSU jacket. Continue reading
I had the opportunity last week to participate in an international summit on “Aging Consciously”.
All I can say is “WOW” I’m so glad and grateful to be whatever age I am or get to be. Aging is a privilege you know denied to many, and we have a responsibility to address the positive potential of aging. This requires a certain amount creativity. Continue reading
I can’t believe she would do that! Look what she’s’ wearing – what was she thinking?? Euoo, look at that piece of junk she’s driving. (Someone actually said that to my face which made me decide to drive my piece of junk for another 16 years!) She’s such an overbearing person,and I’m a bore. Ugg, my hair looks hideous today. I am ugly. I drive an old car. I should die.
Oh my gosh. Does it never end? This ceaseless judgement we cast on ourselves as well as others is sickening especially in an election year when the politicians and world leaders become the megaphone for the diety. Trust me – none of us are safe from the judgmental scrutiny of ourselves and others.
It’s becoming increasingly clear that my chronic condition, once considered “lovable absent-mindedness” has been elevated to a critical, possibly terminal condition.
To wit: I headed to the bank this morning to make a deposit. Not only did I miss my turn and have to back-track but when I finally got up to the front of the drive-through I deposited my electric bill. I had to go home and start over, muttering curses to myself for the waste of time.