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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Thursday, August 27, 2009
 


    Hi,


    This is gonna be brief. It's like all of a sudden I have an epiphany or at least a startling awareness of reality.

    Yesterday my wife took me to Maggiano's Little Italy restaurant here in San Antonio for lunch. The choice was good since I love the food, the atmosphere, and the company.

    We were seated and our waitress, who was fairly new, introduced herself and brought us our wines. After we ordered our entrees and we were just chatting, I glanced around and right above our booth was a large, framed picture scene of one of the bridges in Central Park. Looking a bit more at the detail, I could make out the hotel buildings along Central Park South AND I could make out that one had a large sign on its roof that read ESSEX HOUSE.

    Just then the waitress delivered some bread and once again I spoke without engaging my brain, "See that Essex House hotel sign," pointing up at the picture, "I went there on my Senior Prom back in 1960... it was a nice place." I guess subconsciously I wanted her to see me as in some way "special".

    She glanced up at the picture and as she started to move to another table just matter-of-factly said, "I've never been to New York. I was born in 1989 and my mom was born in 1970. Wow, 1960 was a long time ago." She moved on.

    I paused and looked over at my wife who had a wry smile with a strong hint of compassion. She leaned to me and said, "It WAS a long time ago and everyone's frame of time is based on when they were born and grew up. She is younger than our kids and she's closer in age to our grand-daughter."

    How did this happen? How did I get so old other than by living a lot of years? I guess it is just like when I ask my kids or grand-kids, "Hey do you wanna hear what it was like growing up in Brooklyn?" They never seem to want to.

    "I'm not gonna tip her!"

    "Yes you will... you'll over-tip her so she thinks of you as a nice guy rather than as an old codger. Be a hero to her. How about I order you another wine?"

    My wife was right... again.

    I know that I'm chronologically getting older but as I look out my eyes I see the world changing and me still being Hip! That alone should tell me something.

    All our friends are older and, like me, they spend more and more time at doctors. It is our something-in-common: kids, grand-kids, pensions, Social Security, health, doctors, meds, faith, politics, who died, and sometimes even getting the "senior discount."

    Three nights ago we went to a evening charity gathering at a small restaurant here and got there early for a good table. There were a lot of business, professional, and beautiful people there. It was pretty crowded and our group was having a good time even though we were invisible to everyone there. We did our own sipping, snacking, chatting and oogling. As necessary, we wrote some checks and had small group photographs taken.

    Two very attractive (very possibly luscious) thirty-something women asked to use a piece of our table and within 15 minutes we were the ones with just a piece of the table. We even seemed to have been removed from the range of their view.

    It was okay. It was just after 8PM and as dark was beginning to come upon our city, we left the affair, invisible to all but the general manager who knew us as restaurant regulars and early comers and goers.

    As my wife drove us home we talked about where we were in life and how things change whether we want them to or not.

    We agreed our life has been good and that we were lucky to have some health, good family and friends, opportunities, memories and even, at times, short memories.

    By the way, the waitress at Maggiano's go a 30 percent tip and almost walked us out the door thanking us and telling us to ask for her the next time.

    Life is good.



    COMMENT: Well I PLANNED for it to be brief.

    




    



TTFN,

Ken2@BrooklynMemories.com

 

 

 



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