Old Relic

I was listening to the radio Saturday and grooving to the sounds that the Duke of Louisville was spinning on the local independent FM station. On this day in such and such year, Jimi Hendrex was given an honorable discharge from the Army 101st. Cher married Greg Allman 4 days after her divorce from Sonny was final. And there was a concert in England that sold out in a week, 30 thousand tickets. Led Zepplin was the lead off in the set.

Then he said Relics from the past.

I was stopped in my tracks. Relics. Am I a relic now as I am singing along with the tunes and enjoying them probably a little too much. After the tid bit about Cher and Greg he played Blue Skies from Eat a Peach and I had to slow down to make sure I caught the entirety of the song before hooin up with Bridget. I love that song, the twin guitars, the beautiful soulful countrified melody.

Am I a relic? I suppose so. I'm certainly closer to death than I was last week. I use to be younger than everybody. I'm a boomer Goddamnit!! Now I'm a senior citizen being blown away by Ringo Starr turning 80 tomorrow. Ringo. 80. Tomorrow.

Everything went by so fast. I was listening to a song, I'm not in Love by 10cc and was transported back to a time where that song meant something to me. Something special, someone special and when I hear it I see  him turning to me, in that Volkswagen Beetle on US 40, traveling cross country, after the song and singing "I'm not in love" but we were.

Deb tells me I need to write a book. My whole life has been looking back on those two years and some change. How it defined me, made me take a path that I did not want to take. Many more paths after that one I took that led me to here, this library, on this hot July morning.

Printing labels for my burgeoning business.

A relic, with her graying hair not cut for 16 months and about as long as it was on US 40 all those years ago. My arthritic hands which learned to type in a typing class. A typing class. Dinosaurs roamed the earth back then. I'm fat and can't stop eating the peach bread from Huber's. I've developed  a passion for mini Recees Cups. I lamented and waxed nostalgic about my grammar school  playground yesterday. Playing Marbles, the tilt a whirl of death. . I need to go to the gym but I'm lazy and have too much nothing to do than carve out some time to hit the elliptic machine. I can't see out of my right eye anymore. Therefore I am a menace on the highway. I have a lingering cough that will not go away. It's been over two weeks now. Covid 19 or lung cancer?

And I'm indignant that I'm a relic? I'm a relic with one foot in the grave.