Today, on Wednesday, December 21, 2016, I reach a biblically critical age of three -xual years and ten: 70 years.
90. Psalm is:
Our days are three years and ten; And if there are four years because of their strength, then their labor and sadness; Because it is cut off soon and we fly away.
I am demographic boom. The victory in Europe was on May 8, 1945. I was born 19 months and 13 days later. Because my dad was stationed in Iran (helping to protect oil reserves for allies) and devoted some time to return to New York, I like to say that I gave birth to a military ship.
I always thought it was a more fun line than my mother.
When I was about 8 years ancient, my older brother told me that because on December 21 is the shortest day of the year, I did not get a full 24 hours that everyone else. I was 42 before I realized that the hours of daylight passed. Once I spent my birthday in Bali because they are below the equator and I wanted to have one birthday in my life, which was the longest day of the year.
Shortening seventy is not as great as it used to be. The huge majority of my colleagues from the high school and college class still live and judging by the ongoing e-mail traffic, is still mighty. But don’t let anyone say “70 is new 55.”
Seventy is novel 69 years, 11 months and 12 days.
I was born in Brooklyn, but we moved to a novel development on Long Island when I was about six months ancient. We lived there until we moved to New Jersey, when I was a high school at high school. Before my voice changed, I was a soloist in our synagogue in New Hyde Park, New York.
Maybe for this reason I was blessed all my life. I went places, met people and did things that ordinary people just don’t reach.
At a time when you could sew novel pages in my passport, mine looked like the wallet of George Costanza. When this passport expired and I had to get a novel, gaunt, shiny blue, I waved it at my head at the airport and I would say: “This is not my first passport. You should see the one I have at home! “
I was the only one I cared about.
I went to Iraq. He was in Afghanistan. He visited many countries in Africa. “He had” the Middle East and Israel for Eds Corporation after Ross Perot. I went (together with Mullfave Ginny Wolfe) to provide reserves of assistance to the south -eastern India and Sri Lanka after Tsunami in 2004, as well as in Louisiana (together with the boy) the day after the hit of Katrina.
At the end of the 1980s, I was among many petite teams of people – Republicans and Democrats – sent to Eastern Europe to support establish democratic systems after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Last year, I traveled with my friend Tim Hyde back to Hungary and her neighbors to document the crisis for refugees, which unfortunately continues to this day.
I worked for members of the Congress and Senators of the US (including the future speaker of the Chamber and the future Vice President of the United States). I worked for the Department of Defense both as a civilian and six -year member of the National Guard in New Jersey and Ohio.
I was elected (after I finally got a diploma at Marietta College Marietta, Ohio 45750) to the Marietta City Council, for the first time lost my first race for this place with two votes. I still blame J. Edgar Hoover for this loss.
Along the way, I was extremely lucky to meet and marry my wife, as well as watch our son, boy (@reedgalen), become a husband, father, businessman and media personality.
Over the past 19 years I have also had a heart circumventing surgery, which seems to do my work, which, fortunately, is about the same amount of time in which I wrote membranes.
To regret? As Frank Sinatra’s song says: “I had a few”. The main one was not a prettier person when I was younger. If I knew, if it was easier to be pleasant, I would write it from my second house at Grand Cayman.
In the film “Harvey” from 1950, the figure of James Stewart, Elwood P. Dowd, says:
“My mother told me:” In this world you have to be oh, so astute or oh so pleasant. ” I was so smart for years. I recommend pleasant. “
I would like to follow this advice.
Nevertheless, it was an amazing ride and I’m not ready to leave. As Psalm 90 continues, “If they are four years old because of their strength,” I will try to create the next 10 satisfying as the previous 70.
