Even Happier Than That
- Jon
- College was sometimes more about taking the motorcycle to the pool hall. No helmet law. Long(ish) hair. Black t-shirt and jeans. The talk was centered around the cruel, yet meaningful cycles of life, the futile despair of bourgeois, American materialism, and of course, babes... Some things never change, ‘cept maybe the hair thing. At that time it seemed almost commonplace that life was, for all intents and purposes, over after your thirtieth birthday. I feel that same way now about Sansabelt slacks. Today I am forty something. The motorcycle has been replaced for the more sensible commute vehicle. The black t-shirt and jeans are still the uniform, though the length of hair varies with the idea of keeping the facial hair. Constant change and yet staying the same seems to be the mode. Through the enduring presence of my new wife, my teenage kids, and friends, I know myself a little better now than I did in those overly uninformed, twenty-something years. I see more clearly the path before me even as I approach new things, adventures, and push those Sansabelt pants way into the future.
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