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As I read many of the posts on this and other forums I realize that I am older than most members on here and getting older every day, or hour.
I am not ancient but this “old” thing kind of creeps up on you.
One day you go to get a haircut and the barber puts that mirror in back of your head and you think “OMG” where did that bald spot come from?
Then you go to a doctor and realize that your kids are older than the doctor.
You watch the Presidents State of the Union Address and notice that you are older then the President. Presidents are supposed to be much older then you and they always used to be.
I know the economy is tough now but I think it is relative. I always had something to eat but if I wanted money I would walk the two miles to Main Street and head to the subway grates on the sidewalk and search through the grates for coins that people dropped while getting on the bus. They were about ten feet down so we would take a string with a fishing weight tied to it and stick bubble gum on the bottom so we could “fish” for the coins. It was a normal way to make money and if you wanted to go to the movies, that’s what you did. Of course we also collected bottles for the two cent deposit. Money was easy.
Getting old is a little tougher.
Last week I went to work on my boat which is still in dry dock. I had to crawl under it to scrape some barnacles. A few years ago I would have dove under there with my scrapper and finished in five minutes but this time, it took me five minutes just to get under there. Then I realized I forgot my scrapper on the swim platform of the boat and It took me five more minutes to convince myself to crawl out to get the thing. I almost talked myself into go home and forget the whole thing.
I am still in good shape and last year at this time I was walking five miles a couple of times a week. I still swim laps a few times a week but not as fast as I used to. A few weeks ago I had to get a knee operation. That’s another thing, our parts wear out. You just don’t go for a physical any more, now something is often broken or just not working correctly. They repaired the torn meniscus in the knee and now of course the other knee hurts. 40 years of working construction takes it’s toll although at the time you are un aware of it.
I still think of myself as a 20 year old and have many of my friends from highschool, that is until I look in the mirror and think, Wow, where did those years go?
I am not complaining as I have already done almost all of the things I dreamed of doing when I was a kid. I married a beautiful girl that I met when she was just 12 years old. I went out with her older cousin until she aged a little. (I am 6 years older than she) Then there were other things like traveling and diving almost all of the Caribbean and the South Pacific, getting a boat, and another one, and another one, and another one.
I fought in a war, got some medals and lived, unfortunately many did not. Flying a helicopter was also one of my dreams and I accomplished that (although I crashed twice, not while I was flying it) Wars give you plenty of opportunity to do things you would never have the opportunity to do and let you see plenty of things you wish you had not seen.
We also have a beautiful Daughter that is what I consider the culmination of my success.
She is not into reef tanks but is married and has her own interests.
My wife and I are now finished paying for houses, schools and colleges and hope to coast on for as many years as we can. My Mom recently died at the age of 99 so I may still have a long way to go.
When I clean my reef tank I can still find marbles in there from when I was in grammar school. That’s weird.
So I have good memories and they keep piling up. I am also still making them.
You younger people should try to cherish the present times even though they may seem tough. The only thing I regret is not knowing my Dad better. He died suddenly at the age of 47 when I was 10. They announced my name in school one day and said to go to the principles office. I figured I was in trouble.
So now the only thing I have of my Dad to remember is this old bottle of Cognac from 1959 when he passed away.
I only drink about half a shot of it every Christmas in his honor and hope it lasts me to the rest of my life.
I am not ancient but this “old” thing kind of creeps up on you.
One day you go to get a haircut and the barber puts that mirror in back of your head and you think “OMG” where did that bald spot come from?
Then you go to a doctor and realize that your kids are older than the doctor.
You watch the Presidents State of the Union Address and notice that you are older then the President. Presidents are supposed to be much older then you and they always used to be.
I know the economy is tough now but I think it is relative. I always had something to eat but if I wanted money I would walk the two miles to Main Street and head to the subway grates on the sidewalk and search through the grates for coins that people dropped while getting on the bus. They were about ten feet down so we would take a string with a fishing weight tied to it and stick bubble gum on the bottom so we could “fish” for the coins. It was a normal way to make money and if you wanted to go to the movies, that’s what you did. Of course we also collected bottles for the two cent deposit. Money was easy.
Getting old is a little tougher.
Last week I went to work on my boat which is still in dry dock. I had to crawl under it to scrape some barnacles. A few years ago I would have dove under there with my scrapper and finished in five minutes but this time, it took me five minutes just to get under there. Then I realized I forgot my scrapper on the swim platform of the boat and It took me five more minutes to convince myself to crawl out to get the thing. I almost talked myself into go home and forget the whole thing.
I am still in good shape and last year at this time I was walking five miles a couple of times a week. I still swim laps a few times a week but not as fast as I used to. A few weeks ago I had to get a knee operation. That’s another thing, our parts wear out. You just don’t go for a physical any more, now something is often broken or just not working correctly. They repaired the torn meniscus in the knee and now of course the other knee hurts. 40 years of working construction takes it’s toll although at the time you are un aware of it.
I still think of myself as a 20 year old and have many of my friends from highschool, that is until I look in the mirror and think, Wow, where did those years go?
I am not complaining as I have already done almost all of the things I dreamed of doing when I was a kid. I married a beautiful girl that I met when she was just 12 years old. I went out with her older cousin until she aged a little. (I am 6 years older than she) Then there were other things like traveling and diving almost all of the Caribbean and the South Pacific, getting a boat, and another one, and another one, and another one.
I fought in a war, got some medals and lived, unfortunately many did not. Flying a helicopter was also one of my dreams and I accomplished that (although I crashed twice, not while I was flying it) Wars give you plenty of opportunity to do things you would never have the opportunity to do and let you see plenty of things you wish you had not seen.
We also have a beautiful Daughter that is what I consider the culmination of my success.
She is not into reef tanks but is married and has her own interests.
My wife and I are now finished paying for houses, schools and colleges and hope to coast on for as many years as we can. My Mom recently died at the age of 99 so I may still have a long way to go.
When I clean my reef tank I can still find marbles in there from when I was in grammar school. That’s weird.
So I have good memories and they keep piling up. I am also still making them.
You younger people should try to cherish the present times even though they may seem tough. The only thing I regret is not knowing my Dad better. He died suddenly at the age of 47 when I was 10. They announced my name in school one day and said to go to the principles office. I figured I was in trouble.
So now the only thing I have of my Dad to remember is this old bottle of Cognac from 1959 when he passed away.
I only drink about half a shot of it every Christmas in his honor and hope it lasts me to the rest of my life.
