Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Tempus certainly does fugit, irrespective of whether you're having fun

Today is our oldest son's birthday. He's 52.

Impossible. I myself am only 38.

Isotopes have half lives. Why can't we?

I'm hoping my half life will have been around 57, but that is neither here nor there.

Here is a photo of my son and his wife taken this past June at Panama City Beach in Florida. The water behind them is the Gulf of Mexico.
















And here I am two months before my 38th birthday. If you must know, the year was 1969. This photo was made for the first passport I ever obtained, and despite what they say about passport photos, I consider it to be the best photo ever made of moi.









If all goes well and I keep breathing, I will turn 76 in March.

Tempus fugit, indeed.

10 comments:

  1. Your 52 year old son has an uncanny resemblance to you! I have no idea how that could be so. Your passport photo makes you look like a romantic late night clubland singer...
    "CLUB CAPPUCCINO is proud to present, all the way from Mansfield Texas, The Canton Crooner... Bobby Brague. (Unaccompanied females are discouraged for their own safety)"

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  2. Actually, YP, my 52-year-old son is the spitting image of his mother's father when he was young. Our other two children look more like my side of the family.

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  3. And here I sit feeling bad that all my babies are in their forties. The oldest will be 50 next year. I just don't know how they got so old. I haven't had them that long!

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  4. Emma, mine are now 52, 50, and 48. Three of our six grandchildren are in college already. We may still have a shot at becoming great-grandparents before shuffling off this mortal coil. It's crazy!

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  5. Time is a flexible trickster isn't it? An hour can last a lifetime, and a lifetime disappear when we blink.
    Love the photo of your happy son and wife. And you.

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  6. EC/Sue. you speak the truth. And I am glad you enjoyed the photographs.

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  7. Your son looks like his mama and you look very dreamy and romantic....like a 1950s heart-throb....Heart-throb Bob! Please keep breathing....for many more years/blogs to come!

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  8. You are talking about great-grandchildren. I already have three beautiful great-granddaughters. Beatcha!

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  9. Back when you were young, was everything really in black and white, or did the pictures of the era simply make it look that way?

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  10. I have been derelict once again in responding to comments. Please forgive my rudeness and negligence.

    Hilltop, just for you, I will keep breathing for many more years/blogs (God willing).

    Emma, I imagine great-grandchildren are even more wonderful than grandchildren! But how can that be possible?

    Snowbrush, yes, everything was definitely in black and white back when I was young and lived in Pleasantville.



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