How easy it is to make people believe a lie, and how hard it is to undo that work again! (Mark Twain)
How terribly strange to be twenty-six
Two things are really bugging me this morning, one that in the musical piece above, it is not only preceded by a commercial, but that they interject one too. They actually cut into the music and start talking about f****** insurance! That is about as indifferent to human suffering as anyone I know can be, even my ex-wife.
The other is that line, “How terribly strange to be seventy.” I know, Paul Simon (current age, 79) was only 26 when he wrote it, and from that perspective, being seventy looked like the end of life. His description of old men sitting on park benches in another song, Bookends, has them merely waiting to die.
Time it was, and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, A time of confidences Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories; They’re all that’s left you.
I turned seventy last April, and I have to say it is a real mile marker. I can no longer pretend not to be old. If I were a single man looking for a woman, my being seventy would be a stopper. I could only pursue people that age or older. Younger ones would think “Oh boy, seventy. I’ll end up changing his diapers.” Fortunately, I found my life partner twenty-five years ago, and we have the life we want with the partner we want to be with. True enough, one of us will end up alone, but we have wonderful children and grandchildren who actually enjoy spending time with us. That’s unusual. I was always reluctant to visit my parents and interrupt FOX News. Our son takes it for granted that one of us will end up living with him, and feels it his responsibility to provide for us in that manner. He’s a gem.
In terms of my being seventy, two years ago I attended my fiftieth class reunion. There were maybe four of us guys (not the women) who had aged gracefully. The rest were old. An unkind thought passed through my head, how mediocre children turn into mediocre adults. For all my faults I have a rich inner life, intellectual pursuits and writing ability, and none in that class that I can share these things with. I stand alone, and as my wife and I walked away from them for the last time, my thought was “High school is finally over.”
Do yourself a favor, end high school before you get to that point. You really cannot go home again. I had too many thoughts of high school for too many years. We were just a bunch of kids thrown together due to year of birth, and natural friendships and animosities formed.
The reason I am writing this is my conversation with Ab – I brought up the Paul Simon line, “how terribly strange …” and he right away found the song, and used it to close out the session, a nice touch. At one point he told me that I was the “oldest Fakeologist,” and when I mentioned that we lived at 7,800 feet in the foothills above Denver, Marcus Allen talked about how hard such elevations are on older people. All innocent, of course, two very nice men just making honest observations.
It cannot go on forever, but we live at this elevation and are thriving. I know others living up here, and I think we adapt to elevation. Some of the best athletes in the world, in my opinion, are the Sherpa, those who guide people to the top of Everest. Here’s a slice from Wiki on them:
“A 2010 study identified more than 30 genetic factors that make Tibetans‘ bodies well-suited for high altitudes, including EPAS1, referred to as the “super-athlete gene” that regulates the body’s production of hemoglobin, allowing for greater efficiency in the use of oxygen.“
Our guide when we hiked a part of the Annapurna circuit, Promand, told us that he was hired by an Italian marathoner to run with him on the entire circuit for training. Promand said at the end of the tour his guest was bed-bound, while Promand felt fine. He lived at Everest base camp, grew up there, and so had adapted to life at high altitude, far higher than 7,800 [17,600]. I think we have too, as we have noticed on all our trips that people coming from lower elevations have a much harder time than us. When we walked the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu, a girl from zero elevation, young and physically fit, had to be carried out on a stretcher with an oxygen mask on, as the high altitude got to her. My wife and I felt nothing like that except normal strain and tiredness.
I am off topic. Mr. Paul Simon, you are a national treasure. I matured into an adult listening to your words and music. I love it all. My favorite lines are from your song “Graceland,”
She comes back to tell me she’s gone As if I didn’t know that As if I didn’t know my own bed As if I’d never noticed The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
Simon is telling us with a visual image something that I know to be true, that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.
I easily forgive him his youthful indiscretion, thinking at age 26 that being seventy is somehow different from 50, 62, or 69. My older three brothers did not live to see seventy. I am privileged to have done so. I wish I could talk to them and tell them it’s not a big deal, certainly not terribly strange.
Old friends Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes On the high shoes Of the old friends
Old friends Winter companions The old men Lost in their overcoats Waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city Sifting through trees Settle like dust On the shoulders Of the old friends
Can you imagine us Years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange To be seventy
Old friends Memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fear
Time it was And what a time it was It was . . . A time of innocence A time of confidences
Long ago . . . it must be . . . I have a photograph Preserve your memories They’re all that’s left you
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Denver is the mile high city, Bogotá is a mile + a kilometer. Enough old people here. My father-in-law is 87. The sadness is he is locked in and complies with that madness.
The Corona jackbooted thugs are cruel beyond belief to older people. Rappoport writes that 97.2% of those put on ventilators in New York City die. Takes about 15 days. It is manslaughter for the medical staff who are just following protocol, but higher up, they know. It is murder.
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At least your memories of high school were decent, meant something and stayed with you. My last day of high school was when I walked out with my diploma. Yet many of my class mates became lifelong friends, still hanging out together, some got married, had kids, and still making the reunions a big deal trying to hunt everyone one down so they can get that “what happened to him or her” story.
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Glad you say it outright.
It is almost a carbon copy of the HIV-AZT-AIDS mass murder; the “solution” (tubing up, masks, vaccines) is the killer.
People are literally murdered with tubes.
I have 1 example from El Pueblo here (in the famous Palace photos the barrio to the bottom right) of exactly that.
And yet all of her (59, overweight, “Covid”->killed by tubes) friends still accept me unmasked.
Back to the school meetings, I had 1 some 15 years ago (before waking up) and am 99.98 % Covid-survivability numbers certain that none of my intelligent former classmates sees through the Komodovirus scam.
PS: they are all lawyers, doctors, microbiologists, and the likes; academics, like me.
Your passport please? Oh, and your digital, biometric health data too, if you don’t mind terribly. https://www.biometricupdate.com/202101/ready-or-not-biometric-payment-cards-and-immunity-passports-have-arrived
Growing old and dying doesn’t bother me in the slightest; looking out my window each day – ‘that’ is scary
Wow.. This is a synchronicity moment for me. I came here via The Unexpected Cosmology site (through a link in a comment I think). I just read the line from Paul Simon ‘How terribly strange to be 70’. My Father turns 70 tomorrow and I was in the kitchen with him not half an hour ago and he said to me that he was thinking about the line ‘How terribly strange to be seventy’ (He’s a big Simon & Garfunkel fan). It’s put a smile on my face – I think I’m in the right place 🙂 I shall be perusing your blog with interest
That is a very nice coincidence. Wish your father a happy seventieth birthday from another soldier out here, running from Father Time.
Coincidences don’t exist. Everything is connected. Like Loz Grover said; synchronicity.
Thank you for a Great article. I’m blessed to have born out in Denver and travel back for summers to stay up with being able to operate in high altitudes. It seems that a significant portion of the worlds most senior citizens live in high altitudes so it’s good to stay active in those kinds of places.
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