Time Is Getting On

May 9, 2015

I am getting some white in my beard. My temples are turning a little gray. I am not old and I do not feel old, but some of the people around me are getting there. Some are losing the battle with mortality. Yesterday, I found out that an old family friend died. He had been omnipresent in my childhood. Always over at our house to visit my parents. He was strange, but in the end, a pretty interesting and good guy. He was one of my dad’s friends from high school. Only a few months older than Dad.

I was seven when my grandfather died. I was scared, so I didn’t go to the funeral. My grandfather is why I care about baseball. I loved my grandfather and even now, 27 years later, I still remember how much he loved me. I can still remember playing on the floor in the living room of the big, old house he shared with my grandmother.

Like anyone else, I’m self-interested. Until recently, I only thought about his death in terms of how it affected me, but about a month or so ago I realized that I am older now than my dad was when my grandfather – his father – died. I realized that my daughter is nearly the same age I was when that happened.

The people in my family have a stubborn history of not taking care of themselves and not going to the doctor. It’s taken him a long time, but Dad has generally reversed the trend. He goes to the doctor and generally does what the doctor tells him to do. I don’t think he’s going anywhere any time soon. But he could.

I’m not ready for that. I’m not even remotely ready for that. I know my children aren’t ready for that. They love their grandparents. But time is getting on, now. My dad lost a sister not long ago. School friends are going. Then generation before me is passing. But I hope I don’t have to think about that for a while. I hope my daughter sees my dad and all her grandparents at her high school graduation. I hope she doesn’t have to miss someone and wonder what it would have been like when she got old enough to really know them.

The Winesburg Eagle

October 15, 2010

After a little more than two years on blogger, I think it’s time for a change. I want to create a blog that is more professional and more thoughtful, and so we have The Winesburg Eagle. Where does this title come from?

One of the most important books in my development was Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson. I reread it every fall and am always amazed at how much of my writing style I owe to Sherwood Anderson. The primary recurring character in the book, George Willard, works as a reporter at The Winesburg Eagle.  But beyond the literary reference, I feel that a newspaper title is fitting for a blog where I won’t focus on anything in particular, but will touch on all of my interests, including: writing, reading, education, politics, science, environmentalism, family, music, and baseball.

I’m sure there will be tweaks to the blog over the next few days, but once things settle down, my goal will be to post at least once every week and for every post to be thoroughly proofread (something I’ve had problems with before) and tightly written. We’ll see how it goes…