Who are all these old people?


The West Point High School Class of 65 convened recently to celebrate 50 years since our matriculation.  Lordy, where did the years go…and so fast?

A group of girls called “The Five Alive” began the trip down memory lane with Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini – reminiscent of our summers spent at Officer’s Lake when we were young and svelte.  On second thought I’m not sure I was ever young and svelte.

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The joy of getting older–but not yet old

me looking good

Subtitle:  Why I love getting older.

Yes – that’s us white water rafting in North Carolina. I was letting Marie and Jill do all the paddling.  We were about sixty that year and who knew more good times were still ahead of us. The best, really.

Let’s face it.  From the moment we’re born, we’re growing older.  But don’t expect me to commiserate about the negatives of aging. I choose instead to dwell on the good side of the condition and I find more to appreciate with each passing year.  Seriously!

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Sad day in Mississippi


Yesterday I got the saddest call I’ve ever received.  My friend Marie had a catch in her throat as she asked “Have you heard?”

I’d heard that same catch two years ago when she called to tell us our friend Gary had died.  I knew what was coming was going to be bad so I braced myself for the saddest news I’ve heard since I lost my  mother..

Robert Harrell, an indescribable man and a friend to everyone he ever met,  died Monday after a car accident in our hometown of West Point, Mississippi.  There was some question if he had suffered some sort of medical episode which caused the wreck.. I don’t know the details and this is not an obituary, just a few thoughts on a remarkable man who had a positive impact on so many lives.

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Taming tigers is risky business


My editorial board (currently composed of me, myself, and I) has begun work on a new book tentatively entitled “Taming Tigers in the Woods”. The “woods” represent that dreaded condition called aging, and the “tigers” are all the factors which conspire to make our passage into this phase of life so treacherous.

The tigers are laying in wait for their opportunity to attack with any weapon they can find to derail our smooth ride through that condition known as Boomeritis.

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Can you hear me now?

us better

This week my best high school buddies got together to launch plans for our 50th class reunion. If truth be told, it’s probably more like our 150th reunion because we get together at the drop of a hat. Nevertheless, we try to put on the dog at least every five years, and the 50th anniversary of our matriculation is cause to put on a dog AND a pony show.

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