C’n you believe it? We got ourselves over 300 million people in the old red, white, and blue. ‘Course, they have us divided into red and blue these days. Makes you kind’a wonder where all the white has gone. Or is that a racist statement? I don’t mean it to be.
I ain ‘t really concerned about the changing demographics of the country although I may be in a minority in that category.
I studied French as a ‘foreign’ language all those years ago when I was considering a career as a student. Hindsight tells me that I should have studied Spanish but I was enamored of all things francaise back then in my stone age. The women. The wine. The food. The women. Especially Brigitte Bardot. Who was, in todays parlance, hot! Le Sexbomb Hot! But if you mention her name today, most of the 300 million inhabitants of our insular nation will develop a blank stare of incomprehension. Ah well. C’est la vie!
It’s been so long since I got out of high school that if I were Johnny Carson making that statement, my doppelganger would be asking, “How loooong is it?” To which I could reply, “When I graduated from high school, I went straight into the military and took my basic training at Valley Forge.”
Of course, it would help if whomever I was talking with actually knew to whom I was referring when I mention Johnny and Ed. And it’s absolutely no use at all to bring up Jack or Dave and J. Fred Muggs. It’s odd to think that in this world of quantum leap population, when you get to be a certain age, the pool of people you can relate to grows smaller with each passing moment.
And speaking of passing moments, there’s a phrase that all of us should be able to relate to for what is life but passing moments? I think there is probably a lot of people who don’t want to be reminded of that but you know what, their moments are passing just like yours and mine.
Makes me wonder at times if time ceases to have any relevance after death. If you believe in life after death, do you believe in time after death? Do oxymorons exist after death? Does a plethora of oxymoronic phraseology signify anything at all?
Probably not!
Anyway, all this is simply my long-winded way of saying “Hi!” and Happy New Year!
Justin Other Smith
Ought Eight
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