Morning all:

I am fully convinced that this weekend will be the final 3-H (hot, humid, and hazy) weekend our area will experience for the rest of the summer. It is still dark and already it is all three. It is quite amazing that a steaming hot coffee is still perfection under these conditions.

In this heat the sailing races go on—even if the weather calls for 40% overcast and the remainder rain. The trick is to look past all of that and focus on the opportunities available for the day, here is what I mean; I am like Baloo singing about the “Bare Necessities” while eating Prickly Pears in Marcia’s Jungle Book. She has a list of ‘honey-do’s”, while I just talked her into going with me to a steak fry after sailing. Now tell me, is that not taking advantage of an opportunity?

About a year ago I heard a song written by a Scott Johnson :”The Trouble with Grownups is They Act Like Their Age”. The opening verse starts:

The problem with grown-ups is they act like their age
The older they get, the less likely they’ll play
Each year adds a load like puttin’ books on a shelf
Until the shelf falls from the weight of itself

And concludes with a final verse:
What’s important to me is not who’s rich and who’s smart
But who can play with me and the size of their hearts
Don’t worry too much, it’s only a stage
You’ll grow up, too, when you don’t act your age

This past week I was doing a little bit of closed door (WC in European countries for the uninitiated) ‘private’ reading. I have discovered that, although Marcia hates it, reading Smithsonian magazine is just perfect for these private interludes. By the way, I fail to understand how someone who normally views time to be a few vague moments stuffed between dawn and dusk can be a deadly accurate “watcher-of-the-clock” the moment I leave the room to head off for my bit of reading.

“You were reading again weren’t you, you were gone for just over fourteen minutes.”

This week, in the July issue, Smithsonian magazine had a jewel of an article and I would urge you to race off to your local library to grab it. Ever since my college days when I first ran across Louis “Studs” Terkel I have appreciated his writings. Studs, arguably our greatest living oral historian at about 94 years of age, is still absolutely Ansel Adamsesque in his ability to capture in words what Adams captured in photographs.

In an article entitled “My Kind of Town” Studs writes what in effect is a ‘picture postcard’ of one of my favorite cities – Chicago, and his 1921 arrival into the city as a young lad of ten.

“You’re right I was reading, and actually it was just over seventeen minutes since I took time to read the captions under the photographs.”

Make it a great week everyone; remember to keep on playing, no matter what your age.


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