In a post that segues into a comment about his son’s birthday Wednesday, Bob writes:
I’m watching Imus in the morning on MSNBC right now. They run a promo with a shot of John Mellencamp. God, he’s grown old. Apparently I’ve not seen Johnny Cougar in forever and the pic was jarring. He was frozen in my mind as the young guitar slinging wannabe Springsteen/Dylan/Seger, maybe from the days of music vids with his robo-nordic-supermodel wife. Remember him then? Age. I think about it a lot these days as my countdown counts down. (Rest of the post here)
DFO: This struck a nerve because photog Kathy Plonka snapped a coupla shots of me yesterday, one for a new column mug and the other for some kind of circulation promo. I’m looking older. The mustache is almost completely white. The flesh in the neck is loosening somewhat despite my best efforts to stay in shape. Then, I saw a photo of a man that I once went to church with. He’s really aged. I wouldn’t have recognized him if I didn’t know who he was. I guess the best you can do is to try to stay in the best shape possible for your age group and mebbe get hit by a car when it’s your time to go?
Question: How do you know that time’s slipping by?