This blog has no readers, so in a way it is a private journal. I will use it to make a confession that is beautifully expressed by the great Neil Young, of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.
The thing I wanted most growing up was to not be a lot like him. But I read the same sort of books. I loved flirty women, as he did. I drank too much wine. I tried to bond with our family. That did not work out so very well, but I pretended it did.
I’m old enough now to feel some frailties. Had heart bypass surgery a while ago. Got a detached retina recently. It’s amazing to me that they can fix stuff like that. Getting cataract surgery in May. Yes. I see my frailties.
Neil’s song speaks to me, and all men would do well to honor it. Young men, as I have observed, rarely listen. Old folks like me are deemed irrelevant.
My advice to men, at my ripe old age of 68, is to appreciate women. That’s where the energy comes from these days. Guys, for the most part, are trying to hide.