Friday, January 7, 2011

It’s Not Just a River in Egypt

Sure everyone got old around me, but I thought I was hermetically sealed in my youth. Maintained. Preserved. But first it was policemen who looked younger than me, then the doctors. Suddenly people half my age became successful writers or academics. Famous. Like I wanted to be. But I never realized how much I was aging until an aerobics instructor visibly recoiled when I got close enough to ask him a question. What an eye-opener! Health, Pulchritude, Dreams and my unrealistic romantic pairing with Pete Townsend, all things to be stored away in the four canopic jars of my youth.

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