parents, grandparents, the old neighborhood, the same teachers, and
often the same values. All the while we thought we were such rebels, so
bright/hip/cool/ better somehow than the rest.....
Sometimes we were, or we wanted to think we were, but often the credit for whatever we have achieved must go to others: parents/family/ teachers/community leaders/neighbors. ....who believed that not only were we capable of change, and so it occurred. After all these years....come to find out it's the smile that belongs to our old friends, that we crave, not the star shine of anyone's accomplishments or acquisitions, including our own, or those of our children/grand children/or best friends, in life..... It turns out that a real honest hug (from those we knew best so long ago and cared about).....means more than we could ever have understood, way back when....These days I appreciate my past/friends much more than I ever could have in 1964.....just being together with them once again, knowing that life is uncertain and that friendships are still to be treasured, just as our teachers told us.... Anyway, peace and grace to all, McKai.
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Tapadh leat ......for your note...........As you know, .....Nil Gaeilge maith agam.........(My Gaelic isn't so hot)
Note: .............This is a work of fantasy, not a bit of truth in this........
As I look forward to attending a class reunion: My thoughts about how tough it would be to be Bill Gates at his high school class reunion.
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Tonight, I just broke the right ear piece to my glasses. (Expletive delete x 7.) My first inclination was to put blue painters tape until I can get to the glass repair shop, on Saturday. Okay, it worked..... Then I thought about how nerdy this looks...and believe me, it does.... But it will also allow me to water the grass without the air turning blue as my glasses fall into the shrubbery. As I wet down the flower seeds for summer in their little plastic pots I thought about ...the man who is often alluded to as the high Priest of Nerds, Bill Gates. Now, I don't have any deep feelings one way or the other about Microsoft but really wouldn't you hate to be Bill Gates, or his wife, at their class reunion? What would people say to you that wasn't bordering on high suck up?
I hardly think anyone would approach him, one drink too many, and ever blabber, "Gee Bill remember that time we "played doctor," in Mrs. O'Brian's garage?” .....Did you ever think what pesky little sexists we were back then?"
“Bill, what was that arrest all about in Mexico that time? The boys at the garage saw your mug shot and I mean to tell you, we were shocked. Is that how you got your dough?” “... I remember when you ate paste in Mrs Weatherall's class all third year? Hows your colin? Are you suffering any ill effects from all that Elmers?....” “Whoa, Bill, what if you hadn't copied my answers in Mrs Breathwaite's history class, where would you be today?....Hey, maybe Microsoft was really my idea!”
“....And by the way: Got any job openings at the Big M, these days?” Who will top his tales about dinners with Presidents and Kings, with memorable Rotary Club Power Points, or Video clips of Elks Gone Wild? Imagine being Melissa Gates and you are having drinks prior to your class reunion dinner…and three other women come trotting in wearing the same pink designer pant suit or denim jacket (we all know that someday even Melissa will succumb!)
What could you grouse or commiserate about to Melissa? Who is going to tell Melissa about Susan's agonizing experiences trying to get her excess body hair removed with duct tape while babysitting her three grandchildren, for her forth daughter, Bridgette? You know the one who, oh never mind.... Who would rat out the fact to Bill Gates about the last time that their pal (and I might add class president) Charley was caught shoplifting Viagra, Correctol, and Polident from CVS, by that pimple faced Ray kid? The politically correct class news that Bill will hear will not include Scarlett's third trip to Sing Sing (down for the count) or Wanda Marie's fling with the guy billed as Mr. Cha Cha Delight All Night on an internet dating site, who turned out to be her cousin Audrey's husband?
Who is going to fuss about declining property markets when they know that the Gates still reside in a house valued over forty million in the pricey Medina section of Seattle?
No, the Gates will get the photo opp’s with people deprived of clean water, or infected with rashes that would make you heave up your class of 64 noshes, those tiny bacon biscuits that ooze saturated fat, and those icy appletini's……just looking at the virtual documentation...
Bill has too many body guards around him to hear the latest whispers about ….”Frieda and Amy Lou...You remember last autumn? She was a cheer leader in tenth grade and she and Bubba……” “No? ....Oh... well, let me just unwrap this tape from my glasses and...... come sit by me....”
“Let’s dish the dirt on the last forty five years and let the facts fall where they may. You may as well bring those appletini's over here....as well!” “Poor Bill, and Melissa, no juicy morsels, or lurid details, for you!”
..........If you think that 70 or 80 is too old to rock n roll, think again. This funny, little quirky documentary, is witty and well done. The folks that sing will knock your socks off. Expect HAIR.....not on their heads, necessarily....expect electric guitar, not bajo or blues.'s
I hope that you get a chance to watch it. It is about the folks who perform in a group who tours the US, Canada, and Europe, called "Young at Heart."
They do everything from James Brown to Cold Play...but not Tea for Two, and are we not glad! So if you thought that Slumdog was the feel good movie of the year, try this one.
It was my antidote to a rain soaked afternoon, too wet to garden.....
I fixed a nice salad (veggies, onions, apples, almonds, olive oil, & low fat cheese and hot tea) and popped the video in and was blown away by the "old folks" music and stories.
It will make you think that Grandma might like some Radiohead in her stocking......come the holidays!
Slan, from McKai :^)