Time marches on...

While mostly unfazed by the passing of Jackson and Fawcett. I'm not one prone to attaching a lot of emotion to persons I don't know well. I did watch a scrolling picture tribute today that was accompanied by many of his songs. Songs from my preteen and teen years. As with the news yesterday of both deaths, those songs made me reflect for a moment on my aging and the passing of time.

Perhaps my age bracket is the last to remember when things changed slowly. Microwaves, VCRs, Pulse dial phones, Cell Phones, Cassette Decks...all these things came about, became afforadable, slowly for those in the lower middle class. Now, your new I-Phone is obsolete or at least "so last year" before you can pick it up off the shelf at your electronics retailer.

We waited anxiously to see the one or two shows per week that we just had to see. No chance to catch it later on your preprogramed DVR recorder.

Anyways, this isn't a good ol' days blog. I enjoy today, and yes I miss my yesterdays and that pace of life, but as I said, the events of the past 48 have led me not to morn lost icons of my childhood, or the loss of years, but rather just reminded me that our time is brief, we are responsible for how we spend it, and we best enjoy every moment, because....(sorry for the country song reference Scotty, Todd, and any other's with minimalistic musical taste...just kidding)

Verse 1 Sister cries out, from her baby bed.Brother runs in
with feathers on his head.Mama's in her room learnin how to sew.Daddy's drinkin
beer listenen to the radio.Hank Williams sings Kaw-Liga and Dear John. Time
marches on, time marches on.

Verse 2 Sister's using rouge and clear complexion
soap.Brother's wearin beads and he smokes alot of dope.Mama is depressed barely
makes a sound.Daddy's got a girlfriend in another town.Bob Dylan sings like a
Rolling Stone.Time marches on, time marches on.

Bridge South moves north, North
moves south A star is born, a star burns out.the only thing that stays the same
is everything changes, everything changes.

Verse 3 Sister calls herself a sexy

grandma.Brother's on a diet for high cholesterol.Mama's out of touch with
reality.Daddy's in the ground beneath the maple tree.As the Angles sing an old
Hank Williams song.Time marches on, time marches on. Time marches on,
timemarches on. Time marches on. Time marches on.

Ecclesiastes:
For everything there is a season,And a time for every matter under heaven:A time to be born, and a time to die;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;A time to kill, and a time to heal;A time to break down, and a time to build up;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;A time to seek, and a time to lose;A time to keep, and a time to throw away;A time to tear, and a time to sew;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;A time to love, and a time to hate,A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8