I just saw this wonderful line in a column in a motorcycle magazine: "The mind writes checks that the body can't cash".
The vision that many from the old neighborhood have of me is short and thin with a Pepsi in one hand and a cigarette in the other
Others will remember me as taller and thin, hitting a jumper from the corner or throwing a "no-look pass" to a cutter.
Others will picture me at the end of the bar in the Broadstone with an open pack of Pall Malls and a half-finished beer on the bar; Don Gibson's "I Can't Stop Loving You" on the jukebox. "Pat, one more when you get a chance"
Age has taken the jumper Diabetes has taken the Pepsi Common Sense has taken the cigarette and *****.
I am older and wiser and hopefully more tolerant I am satisfied with my life
but
to just be able to once more fake the man guarding me and go up with a jumper and get nothing but net
To be able to, once more, "cash that check"
βMilestonesβ by Robert Rasor, American Motorcyclist; March 2006 Copyright 2006 John F. McMullen