I have spent most of my life in a race.  I have never known or really cared what I was in a race with, a race against, or a race from.  I just felt like I had to run.  Not a physical run like many of my loved ones who run in marathons, etc, but still a race.  A race for perfection?  A race to provide?  The need to race has caused me to ignore time to reflect.  I have been trying thru these blogs to catch up on some of that reflection that I missed.

I feel privileged to have lived thru what I feel is the time of the greatest music that has ever been written.  This music was sung by artists of unsurpassed talent.  I am talking of Roy, Elvis, Conway, Brenda and, well you know who I mean.  These folks could sing.  You could listen to their lyrics and recognize every single emotion that was coursing thru your mind on any given day.  They sang their songs as if they were being sung directly to you.  And you could dance to their songs as well.  Nothing like a slow dance to a song sung by Brook Benton.  Enough to make you ask a girl to go steady.

I am also privileged to have been raised in a time of budding prosperity.  The era after WWII produced a time of employment, a time of growth of family and  a time of exploration of not only our world but the space our world spins in.  Great things were accomplished by great men.  We somehow lost those kind of men.  I wish we had them back.  We need an Ike, we need a Harry.  We need men of vision.  We don’t need men who are after what they can get for themselves or their cronies.  We need men like Woodrow Call.  He was called a man of vision and his answer was ” man of vision?,  a hell of a vision”.

Maybe I have answered what my race was all about.  Maybe I was running to become a man of vision?  Maybe I was just trying to become a man.  Maybe I accomplished both of those things and just didn’t recognize when I had accomplished either.  Maybe I crossed the finish line of a race I really never understood.

As I gracefully age maybe I will have more time to reflect and to enjoy what has been a life worth living and one worth being proud of.

G