What I’ve Lost and Cannot Get Back

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

At 75, I have lost my youth. It won’t come back in this life.

In my youth, I could play in a tennis, doubles match for hours and singles in shorter bursts. Today, my low back spasms after hitting one serve. That accelerating first step towards the ball is non-existent. The painless, tennis serve won’t be happening without surgery that may not work.

Then, I could eat whatever struck my fancy without concern for my blood glucose. That practice went south about a dozen years ago.

Then, I could go upstairs to a room and consistently remember why I made the trip. Most names came to me easily. Those skills have withered slowly, thank God.

I could use my hands without arthritic pain. That doesn’t happen much anymore.

But, what I do have are the gifts of life, a spouse, a home, two children and two grandchildren. They are…

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Another Time, Another Place

What does literature do better than anything else? It provides a detailed representation of the inner experience of being alive in a given time and place.” Elif Batumen, an American author.

David McCullough’s The Wright Brothers is a story that puts you beautifully into their era. They were very different and yet very alike. But, clearly, both men of their time.

In Shakespeare’s work, for instance, at a minimum, that beautiful, early, modern English, that the Brits spoke can help transport you into Elizabethan England .

I appreciate that my study of the King James Bible has helped my fluency in Shakespeare’s version of English. Additionally, I sometimes dig up a scrabble word like “hath.”

How doth thou do with thy Scrabbling? How about the transporting?