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  • Dec. 21, 2015, 4:36 a.m.
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Like I’m going to marry a broad named Lips?

------- Frank Sinatra via J. Randy Taraborrelli Sinatra Behind the Legend

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Anyone ever seen any of these bottle holders before?

I saw them when I went Christmas shopping today. There were various figures including a bald eagle - all holding wine bottles. Sorta weird, I thought, but I might have been missing some point. Wouldn’t be the first time.

The same store had a mirror in a pretty gold frame. I decided to look at myself. The mirror was laying on a shelf sort of looking up at me. I was transfixed. I was in shock. I could not believe how old I looked.

I realize how old I am and I suppose I look as old as I am. But. It was a shock.

I was also struck with the fact that there is no going back. I will only continue to get older. There is one alternative of course, but that’s not terribly attractive either.

Sometimes I am ready to go, eager even. But those are times I’m fooling myself.

Oh well. It might have been a faulty mirror.


It’s Sunday night. December 20th. Solstice/shortest day of the year/first day of winter is tomorrow. Three days of work and then a four day weekend. Christmas is almost upon us. Then three more days of work and another four day weekend. Happy New Year. 2016. Wow.


Last updated December 21, 2015


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