Happy New Year!!
This will be the year that I die.
Remember the old Buddy Holly song?
Below is a late night photo that I took for a friend, Lemony Gregg, as a joke.
I later titled it, “Cause of Death”.
It was taken sometime in the fall of 2014.
I was seventy-two years old.
I got to be seventy-two years old (plus seven months)
not by making New Year’s Resolutions,
But, by doing precisely whatever I chose to do
without regard for myself.
I never made resolutions to stop my bad habits
or to improve my lifestyle.
I just lived. Period.
I did what I saw that needed to be done.
Because I could.
I still walk, drive, see, read, talk and pretty much function.
The human equipment takes a lot of abuse and keeps right on working.
It’s a remarkable machine.
However, if you inherit a “Lemon”, there ain’t a whole lot you can do about it.
Don’t worry about how you look.
Nobody cares. They’re too concerned about how they look!
This was a fun foto for Lemony. I discarded the cover for a sensible sun screen shirt!
The outfit was for the trip to Galveston since I promised to go tubing with Charlie!
Carry a stack of $20 bills or whatever denomination you can afford
under the sun visor in your car.
Hand them out to bums on the street corner
Kids at drive-through windows
Whoever looks as if he could use one.
Never decide whether he looks as if he “deserves” it.
Make no judgements about who he is or why he is there.
Don’t give a damn what he does with it.
Don’t impose your standards and value system on anybody else.
Just be kind.
Help other people.
Do what you can:
Make a septic tank.
Clean a toilet.
Dig a ditch.
Change an adult diaper.
Write a business letter for a kid.
Use your talents to help.
And have a wonderful 2015.
You’re allowed to complain every step of the way…
As long as you keep on stepping!