So as I near my 70th birthday, it seemed like an important milestone. I've survived a long time. Many of the kids I went to school with are now six feet under. I see the downward slope I'm on and so I dug out a few milestone photos that were easy to unearth. Most of my old photos are hidden in boxes tucked in the back of a closet. Others are stored in a clutter on our iMAC. Still many others ended up in the garbage or on the receiving end of a DELETE key.
So here is metamorphosis--mine, that is.
Here I am as an infant smoking my first cigar. Where's my glass of scotch?
|High school junior|
|Fourteen years later: daughter Michelle|
|July 4, 2016|
There is the story writ very simple with all the mini milestones stripped out, but it's enough to make one realize how fast it all goes by. And so as I look forward to 2017, which I don't feel is getting off to a good start with the inauguration of Trump, I wonder what contributions I can make to the world with the time that is left. For me that has to be art in whatever form that may take. But I also have to make room for family and friends, doing whatever I can to make their metamorphosis easier. I wish I had a voice big enough to fix all the evils in this world, but I don't, so I will join my voice with all the others who fight injustice with words, and deeds, and art.