Jack Blanchard’s Column: Being Alive
For some people the world changes so slowly they hardly notice it.
Things happen on a small familiar set, like a stage play.
For others of us,
our horizons have grown so far apart it’s hard to get our bearings.
If I ever do get back to my old neighborhood
I’m sure I’ll run into a guy I used to know
for whom nothing much has changed.
Reality is fluid. The scenery of life changes constantly.
There is only one thing we can depend on,
and that’s the thing we fear most: Change.
Relationships change, that’s for sure.
If we’re lucky they change into something better…
different, but better.
Misty is my full time family.
After all these years we still have lots to talk about,
and we make each other laugh..
Our occasional arguments last only minutes.
We were in a bad hurricane in Miami in the 60’s
The metal posts holding our carport were banging up and down
in the 135 mph wind.
A guy on the radio yelled “Holy crap! The back door just blew off!”
I said, “Isn’t he supposed to cheer US up?”
I was sitting by the window listening to the sound of emptiness.
This is not like listening to no sound at all,
because the sound of emptiness contains
all the things you hoped would be in it,
and all the sounds that once were.
ROGER MILLER. Roger Miller walked in on our session at Columbia.
I stopped everything and went to meet him.
I put my hand out and was going to say “I’m a fan of yours.”
Before I could, he said “I’m a fan of yours.”
A high spot of my life.
My grammar school was pretty strict,
but they gave us education on par with today’s colleges.
In seventh and eighth grades all us boys had to wear ties.
The result was grotesque but funny.
The most popular style was this:
A blue flannel checkered lumberjack shirt
and a bright red rayon clip-on tie with a picture of Popeye on it.
Make the days a little longer.
I don’t know where the time has flown.
Lord, I’m having such a good time,
I don’t want to go home.