“Do not go gently into that good night ” Dylan Thomas said. He meant death. This is a record of my attempt not to go gently into that dark night of old age. If one takes care of old age, death takes care of itself. Who am I? A baby boomer on the back side of middle age. I don’t seek to capture my lost youth. The fact is I was lazy, indolent, and far more concerned about pleasure than pain. I got through my early professional years in the Army—Airborne School, Ranger School and later—on luck, brains, and the fact that during that war they didn’t care if you didn’t max the PT test. Enlightenment came later, the idea that pushing through the superficial pain brings a reward that far exceeds what comes from sitting on the couch. If I can do the Honolulu Marathon (1983) in 4:20 I can take control. If you’re reading this thank you. If you feel moved to comment, please feel free to do so. If you have questions ask. notgoinggently@hotmail.com
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Moonlight in Vermont - Maynard Ferguson (1952)
This shivering arrangement and Diane Schuur’s cool voice make me feel Vermont’s snow-light dancing on my skin.
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Breakfast this morning … miscellaneous odds and ends from the fridge and fresh chives from the garden. Life is good.
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