In looking back on a more than a half century of life I realize more and more each day just how fortunate I am and have been. For the most part, I was able to make good (or at least not detrimental to my life or that of others) decisions. That was due in large part to the upbringing I was afforded.
I now own a number of the comforts that only seemed a dream nearly 40 years ago when my best friend Kevin and I got our first apartment together. I recall well the little one bedroom upstairs apartment with a hideaway sofa bed we shared in the 300 block of West Second Street. Since Kevin found the apartment, he got the bed room and I got the hideaway, but in looking back that was really not that bad. The house is long since gone, as is Joe Delon’s Marathon station across the street where Kevin worked. The service station has since been replaced by Campbell Brothers Auto Sales.
At that time, in the mid ‘70s, the furnished apartment (with all utilities and water included) cost a whopping $75 a month. All these years later, I have my own furniture and am not required to walk up 20 rickety steps to gain access to my home. Following my most recent birthday, all the accomplishments and material things I have amassed through the years mean less when compared to still having both of my parents alive. Material things come and go and can be replaced; a parent cannot be replaced.
Although I live just blocks from the house I grew up in, I don’t take the time to see the two most instrumental people in my life as often as I perhaps should. I also am sure it is safe to say that they both probably cringe when Tuesday’s roll around in fear of what memory I may recall from my youth and refer to in my weekly column.