TODAY . . . I’ve crossed a whole new RUBICON, and surpassed the Magical 65th Birthday, as the clock ticked for me to 66 . . . ME AND ABE LINCOLN, born on the same day, although Lincoln did it 141-Years before me.
This is one year after when the pensions in Canada officially kicked-in for me, most prescription drugs (in Canada) were free for me a year ago, matinee tickets in movie theaters are half price, senior discounts save 10% or more in most restaurants, and the marketing world is focused on selling everything they can to us GEEZERS over 65.
BUT THAT SAID . . . I’M NO GEEZER, and neither are all of my friends, many of whom are much older and more experienced than me. As a matter of fact, if it wasn’t for us, holding the INSIDERS’ and the LEFTISTS’ feet to the fire . . . who else would have the SMARTS and the RESOLVE to do it?
IT WAS OUR PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS . . . who entrusted us to carry the TORCH, which many of us did, and still do, while others welcomed avarice and conceit, instead of Patriotism.
BUT IT IS US . . . those of us, who many of the losers call GEEZERS, who haven’t surrendered our Nations’ Judeo/Christian VALUES, who have passed our VALUES on to our children and grandchildren, some of whom stand tall in our shadow.
I’ll tell you of one of those young men who’s carrying our TORCH for FREEDOM, at the end of this editorial.
OUR HAIR HAS TURNED GRAY, or has disappeared altogether. We might not be able to walk as erect as we once did. We might be quite a few pounds heavier now, than we were in our younger days. We might not have the mental and physical strength to run our businesses or work as hard as we used to. And we speak more today about the medication we have to take, rather than the highballs many of us might have consumed yesteryear.
We haven’t LOST our love of COUNTRY, our belief in Judeo/Christian Values, our Patriotism . . . and the smarts to DISTINGUISH between TRUTH & LIES.
AND AS THE YOUNGER . . . dope smoking, sexually promiscuous, university indebted, ignorant, unskilled, greedy and lazy generation are falling on their collective ass, many with their equally failed parents who were too self absorbed because of our success . . . have nowhere to turn for salvation than to us, who they call the GEEZERS – are indeed their last best hope.
We might be getting-on in age, but without us from the past, there will be no future for those who follow.
And as long as I’m alive – be it at 66-Years Old Today, or 96-Years Old in 30-More Years, as long as I can think, as long as I can write, and as long as I can raise my voice, I will fight and contribute . . . because that’s the generation I and a HUGE number of the people who read this BLOG are from.
This is not about Personal APPROBATION . . . it’s about GRATITUDE.
Last night, Anne and I went to Chicken Express on Highway 620 in Austin, for a delicious fast-food supper treat. And . . . as was par for the course, the supper conversation came around to what could Anne buy me for my Birthday, to which I gave the same answer as always. There’s nothing I need. And there’s nothing special I want.
As we were eating, with Anne’s back to the cash, I said to her . . . “I’M GOING TO BUY MYSELF MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT” – to which Anne excitedly asked, with a big smile across her beautiful face – “WHAT’RE YOU BUYING FOR YOURSELF?”
I asked her to turn around and tell me what she saw . . . “A YOUNG MAN IN A UNIFORM” . . . she said, to which I responded – “HIS SUPPER IS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO ME.”
And before Anne could say anything, I was at the cash, standing with the young soldier, speaking with him, who stood straight in his smart fatigues. And when he finished giving his order, I simply took the bill, paid for it, and thanked him for his service.
HIS SHOCKED RESPONSE . . . was how grateful he was to me for picking-up his bill, to which I responded to him, that it was me, who was full of gratitude to him, and I shook his hand.
When I came back to our table, Anne’s eyes were welled-up, as she asked me . . . “are you crying?”
“NO” – I said . . . “There must have been some spice in the gravy.”
GOD BLESS THE YOUNG SOLDIER . . . & GOD BLESS AMERICA.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov