A Trip in Time

The big thing on social media lately, at least for the relatively older set, is to post a photo from one’s younger days, specifically at 21.

I did not have such an image readily at hand, so I utilized my college I.D. when I was 19 (from the newly-named Nazareth University of Rochester, NY; a terrific hall of academia in my hometown).

I also thought to add a present photo at the eclectic age of 63, two years shy of what is considered the ideal “retirement age,” whatever that means.

As a creative sort, I most likely will never retire. From what I can gather, people who have “real jobs” do that, and then end up doing what I’m doing now, in my alleged “retirement age.”

That said, writing books, “the great American novel…or screenplay,” form a non-profit, etc.

I remember how my father retired at 63. I was in shock, because I was still in high school, and I was concerned about how my school tuition, supplies, etc. were going to be paid for.

My fears were unwarranted. Everything turned out fine.

However, I think my beautiful dad was a little lost after he retired.

If anyone could have been a “movie star,” it was him. blond curly locks, crystal blue eyes, dazzling smile. He had it all, and a lot of talent, too. He could dance like no tomorrow.