Mark off another one! The years are piling up, and the pile is getting higher than I ever imagined it would. Would it ever have seemed possible to be looking back towards 70 and thinking it seems young? Well, here I am at 82, and even that doesn’t seem so old. It’s all a matter of perspective.
Of course, the body that’s now going into its 83rd year doesn’t work quite as smoothly as it used to. Random pains in random places are not uncommon. People often show me more deference than I feel I’m entitled to, and middle-aged ladies call me “honey,” without any hint of romantic interest. I look at myself in the mirror and think I haven’t changed that much, but a picture from 30 years ago will have me thinking “Who was that young guy!”
Last year I went to my 60th college reunion. The fact is, I haven’t stayed in close touch with many of my classmates, and when I think of them I still visualize college freshmen. At the reunion, I think “Whoa, what happened to these guys?” Despite the passage of years, however, memories remain fresh, and sharing them is exhilarating.
At my reunion
All in all, 2015 was a good year. Firestone’s Culinary Tavern continues to do well and is a source of pride. Both the bar and the dining room are flourishing. The staff is solid. We successfully moved the Market on Market to a new building adjacent to the old one, and the move has worked out well. Our efforts to turn the old building into a combination of newly-renovated apartments upstairs, and a raw-bar-extension of the restaurant downstairs have been slowed by the need to get building permits and the bureaucracy involved therein. It’s not easy to meet modern codes in old buildings! Could I turn myself back into a teenager?
Anyway, it’s a new year, bringing hopes and expectations. Some may be realistic, some not so much so, but hope does spring eternal!