Yes, a shameless play off a great Jack Nicholson movie. A movie of my youth that looks so blotchy and washed in old copy color now.
And, exceptionally boring to all, except those who can relate and, thus, gain from a few words illuminating the path of one lifetime.
Today, June 30th is the 40th anniversary of the day before the day I stepped off the edge of the earth. It was the last day of my upbringing, call it childhood, before I walked into the old gym at West Point.
My life is 17 plus years from birth to West Point, becoming a man at West Point, serving as a soldier, living Life After Army, and, someday, life in Heaven doing whatever is my joyful work there.
I could have divided life into before Christ and after, or before marriage and after, or before children and after, but all of those demarcations - as much as they are more important than I am - aren’t the pieces of my life that gave them their context, color, depth, and motion for me.
I remember the heat of my high school graduation (Yorktown 68, Arlington, Virginia). I remember so many things from that last month before my world changed totally and forever for me.
40 years is mind boggling old, irrelevant, antiquated and obsolete - meaningless - to so many younger folks. To me it is indeed odd - the size of the number - but it is 40 years fresh, vibrant, alive, awake - meaningful - to me. And, I’d guess my peers and seniors.
I’ll share more as I have time and inclination of 40 Years After.
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