It’s been just over 30 years ago, that my mom remarked, “I can’t believe I have a son turning 40.”
Well, now, the “tables are turned,” our daughter, Rachél, hit the “BIG 40″ yesterday. It is hard to believe.
These milestones of life and age shouldn’t surprise us. But somehow they sneak up on us. As time marches on. Continue reading
Today I’m reminded of a neat story told about the baseball great Ty Cobb, who played in a different era. He retired in 1928 at the age of 41 with a lifetime .367 batting average.
When he was 70 a reporter asked, “What do you think you’d hit if you were playing today?”
Cobb replied, “Oh, about .290. Maybe .300.”
The reporter responded, “I guess that’s because of increased travel? Night games? Artificial Turf? And new pitches like the slider? Right? Continue reading
Well, here it is again. My birthday! When you’re a kid they can’t come quickly enough. When you get to my, uh, well, a certain age, they seem to come too quickly!
Some of my favorite stories and quips come to mind this morning.
A census taker knocked on Marg Montgomery’s door. She answered all his questions except one. Her age. Marg was adamant. She wasn’t telling. Continue reading
When I turned 40, I recall my Mom saying, “I can’t believe I have a 40-year-old son!” Well, it didn’t bother me. Really! I was still running. Playing ball. Raising a young family. Feeling good.
Now the tables are turned. I’ve got a son who turned 40 yesterday. And I can’t believe it! Why are we always surprised at these milestones? Don’t we see them coming? Or are we so busy they just sneak up on us?
But we are enjoying it. It’s an opportunity to reminisce about the past. Remember the good times. And reflect on special milestones. Important people in our lives. And memories that live on! Continue reading
Yesterday was my birthday. And this annual event has occupied my thinking a little more than in past years.
I have fluctuated between competing emotions. For instance I have felt a little like the baseball great Ty Cobb, who played in a different era. He retired in 1928 at the age of 41 with a lifetime .367 batting average. When he was 70 a reporter asked, “What do you think you’d hit if you were playing today?” Continue reading