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Deaths make one feel aged
July 1, 2009 - Frank Robinson
All of a sudden, I feel a little older. This past weekend I watched and read as familiar names continued to die. Ed McMahon was first. I grew up with him and his boisterous laugh. In my childhood, if you got to stay up late enough to watch Johnny Carson, it was an exceptional day. He's gone. Then came Farrah. I was one of those teen boys who admired her swimsuit poster. In the waning years she looked so tired, a stark contrast of how as a young lad I remember her. But poor Farrah's headlines were overshadowed by Michael Jackson. I wasn't a huge fan of his, but I admired his talent. I feel like I grew up with him. He was only four years older than me. Then came Billy Mays. He -- also 50 -- went to sleep and just didnt wake up. He looked healthy and vibrant. Ed and Farrah's funerals have come and gone. Michael's, we don't know. Mays' is Friday. It all makes me notice more of that gray hair when I look in the mirror.
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