{"id":568,"date":"2010-08-21T23:09:25","date_gmt":"2010-08-21T23:09:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/garyborders.atomicnewstools.com\/pages\/?p=568"},"modified":"2012-01-28T23:10:15","modified_gmt":"2012-01-28T23:10:15","slug":"reflections-on-reaching-the-double-nickel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/garyborders.com\/pages\/reflections-on-reaching-the-double-nickel\/","title":{"rendered":"Reflections on Reaching the Double-Nickel"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Lately it occurs to me: What a long, strange trip it’s been.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cTruckin\u2019\u201d \u2014 Robert Hunter, the Grateful Dead<\/em><\/p>\n

Such thoughts come to mind when one reaches milestones such as my 55th<\/sup> birthday, which occurs on the last day under the sign of Virgo. Not that I truck with such foolishness as astrology. For years I went through life thinking I was a Leo, born on the first day of the lion\u2019s reign. Then some cosmological shift occurred, and now I\u2019m a wimpy last-day Virgo.<\/p>\n

My oldest daughter, Kasey, born the day after my birthday, truly is a first-day Leo. She turns 32. That is tough for me to wrap my arms around.\u00a0 I came across a photo of her while at my late grandfather\u2019s house a few weeks ago. I shot it when she was four months old; she\u2019s nearly toothless, bald and grinning for the camera, just adorable.<\/p>\n

I am a bit surprised at how this has all turned out, in all aspects: personal life, career, even geography. A year ago if one had said, \u201cBuddy, you\u2019re going to be living in northeast Kansas by next summer,\u201d I would have scoffed. But here I am, grateful for a job and learning new town names and highway routes. I will be interested in what winter is like. I haven\u2019t spent a full season in cold climes since I was 12 and living my last season in New Hampshire.<\/p>\n

But I digress. I think that comes with age as well, the tendency to head down rabbit trails. At least that is my excuse. \u00a0So, with a hat-tip to one of my print heroes \u2014 Sy Syfransky, founder of The Sun, an advertising-free literary magazine \u2014 here are thoughts from my scattered mental notebook as the double-nickel beckons.<\/p>\n

\u2022 As long as I have a porch on which to sit after work, a quiet spot outside to read while watching birds flit about the feeders, I am content. One summer evening a red fox ambled by, never seeing me, probably looking for a slow-moving rabbit. Then a few days ago, I heard a racket on the roof in the early morning while I was using the Bow Flex torture-contraption, in my unending effort to stay fit. The house I lease is built into a hillside, so the rear roof can be climbed upon by critters both four-legged and upright. I dashed outside and turned the corner just in time for the red fox and me to scare the bejeebers out of each other. It\u2019s a close call as to which of us leaped higher. If captured on video, it would have been a YouTube hit.<\/p>\n

I have since seen the fox perched on the roof, looking around, but he scampers off before I can get a photograph. I\u2019ll keep trying.<\/p>\n

\u2022 I am most grateful for being blessed with good health. I\u2019ve had my share of bad habits over the years, shed most of them, and thus far have survived nearly unscathed the maladies of middle age. I still bounce out ofbed at 6 a.m. each morning, eager to walk three miles while listening to NPR and girding myself for another day at the paper, pain-free and vigorous.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m still worried about January and its effect on my exercise routine. Man, I hate treadmills. I\u2019ll probably be the short guy looking like the Michelin Man wandering around the Skyline Drive area. We\u2019ll see.<\/p>\n

\u2022 In my darker moments, I wonder how this ends. Who doesn\u2019t? I have my faith, the love of my family and friends. So I don\u2019t dwell upon it much, though it has become increasingly obvious that I am no longer infallible \u2014 as if I ever were. My prayers these days are simple, in hopes they might be answered, selfish as they may be. God, let me be able to enjoy reading and writing until the end of my days. Let my children outlive me. Let folks keep buying newspapers.<\/p>\n

OK, I don\u2019t really pray for that last sentiment, because that seems a bit cheeky an item to ask of God. I am pretty sure, though not convinced, that folks will keep buying newspapers in paper form for another decade, which is likely how much longer I\u2019ll be plying this trade \u2014 and online in one form or another forever. Of course, most of my predictions about everything to do with my life, career, and even whether the Red Sox would ever win the World Series have proven wrong.<\/p>\n

One thing I know that is true, told to me by someone long ago: What matters most in this life, in the end, is whom you loved and who loved you. In that respect I am truly blessed, here at the double-nickel of life.<\/p>\n

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