Photo of the Month, August 2014

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I have a dear old friend, we met when I was six, he was seven. He lived on the third floor of the apartment building I lived in, I lived on the second. I always think we became good friends because he had two sisters and I was an only child.


We went through everything together. We used to play with Hot Wheels cars, electronic football (I would love to make my son play that game now), we would ride our bikes to the beach and go fishing all day long.


He was the Best Man at my wedding. He was married twice, he never asked me to be his Best Man. But he’s still my best friend.


It’s funny calling someone your best friend when you’re not eight years old.


Throughout our lives, we were always able to get together. One time he lived in Australia and couldn’t get the basketball games on TV. He’d call me on Monday - his Sunday - to find out what the score was. I moved to Pennsylvania when he lived in Chicago and we would drive to Ohio to go fishing for the weekend.


So you can just imagine the hours and hours of conversations and inside jokes that we share.


But recently, a new phrase has come into our conversations. We’ll be laughing about old times, talking about people, then all of a sudden one of us says, “Oh, wow, I did not know she or he passed away.” At that point you usually wait to hear it was from cancer or a car wreck, or high blood pressure and heart attack. …I always seem to be eating a bacon cheeseburger when this conversation happens….


Father Time is undefeated. When it’s your time, it’s your time.


I don’t think any of our friends are going through face lifts or anything like that. Some of you know my opinion on face lifts already, but I’m going to repeat it:


If you’re 65 or 75 or 80 and have the face of a 14 year old, your insides are still old. If I had the choice between looking young and feeling young, bring on the bionic knees.


Another thing about being on this planet a long time - isn’t it amazing how the parts of your body you use the most just start to go out on you? Like if I play basketball, my knees hurt. I’m worried about how much I like to drive. Sooner or later, my butt might start hurting.


That’s another thing. For people of a certain age, why is it that if you get a really good night’s sleep, you wake up sore?


Life’s a journey. I think it’s very funny that we start in the same condition that we end up in. I’m going to leave you with that thought.


Thank you for all the comments on last month’s Photo of the Month. It’s August now, so get out and do all of those things in the beginning of the summer, before the kids go back to school and it starts getting cold.


- Kevin S. Nash


P.S., Robin Williams, thanks for the laughter, may you rest in peace.



Photo details: Self-assigned project, Longwood Gardens Cemetery, Kennett Square, PA, K.S.N. Images, Inc.

 

August, 2014

 

In Mortality