racing by the train window

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i was on a train..from Paris to Rotterdam...and i remember the countryside raced by so fast in the bullet carrier that i barely could make out the bucolic scenery of western France...and i am reminded of my life...56 tomorrow ...holy shit..how i did i get here...life has literally raced by my window...days ago..i was intrigued by Paul Moyer's stir fry technique in his dirty socked apartment in altoona pa...was that the first inkling of cheffieism to come...i was swimming with some of my oldest friends or throwing yellow gritty balls against the natatorium walls ...was this the first instance of team building...traveling in a hazed and confused van from one polo match to another...wild haired and skinny...how is it that all my teams have always had a pot thing...there was those moments when ..breathless you met a woman that would change your life...forever...it has only happened a handful of times...but wow..path changing every one.. and..those friends who where a tiny bright blast of light before their flame was extinguished far too early...unfortunately too many to mention..i can see the moments...the races..the triumphs...the grimacing moments of total failure...each like a photo pulled from a jacket pocket... me standing on a corner in Kowloon, surrounded by the unfamiliar noise and the smell of leaded gas...walking the ruins in Mexico..the screams of the jungle  so startling that you stopped to look for its source..the growl of a jaguar just feet away... or sitting in a pew of perfect silence at the cathedral in Antwerp... trying to get your head around the history of the place and your injection into that moment...riotess laughter around Richard O'Brien kitchen table... swimming in lonny plummers pool...foot ball with ted and sus at the can...and now.. i am 56... the age of grandfathers and all my bosses..old enough to be sage but no where near smart enough ..i don't feel like my grandfather..i'm headed to the gym..in the most futile attempt to stave off 57...in the window...i can see my life flying past..they say if you don't
stare at a point you'll get dizzy..but maybe that's only in trains  

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  1. BeardoJuly 20, 2013 at 12:13 PM

    This too shall pass...............................................

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