Sunday, November 4, 2018
Reflections on 68
“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” George Orwell, 1984
For someone who "came of age" during the tumultuous 60's and early 70's, reaching the ripe old age of 68 is somewhat of a surprise.
I was a freshman in high schoolI in the fall of 1965, reading Orwell's novel, "1984." Though published in 1949, it ultimately proved to be an insightful glimpse at the future...you know, omnipresent government surveillance, political propaganda and "Big Brother." Anyway, I remember how the year 1984 seemed so far into the future. I couldn't imagine being alive that long.
Yet, much to my surprise, here I am celebrating/mourning my 68th birthday. Somehow I survived unspeakable teenage dares, street racing my souped up 327 Cu. Inch/350 horsepower '69 Camero, the college subculture of rebellion, protest, sex, drugs, rock and roll, then 4 years of racing motorcycles and wound up dodging Vietnam by the skin of my teeth, as we pulled out while I was in bootcamp.
Today, 1984 is a half-century in the past. Most of my life's sand lies spent at the bottom of the "hourglass," and it's hard to say how much remains on top. I feel like I'm in the "Bonus Round" of some TV gameshow, and I just keep on winning against the odds. I never planned on living this long, but who am I to argue with the gods?