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- The Other Brother
There are some things that never change, For me, one of those “things” is the relationship i have with George Henry Harding, IV. We have been friends since we first met at our christening in May 1945 at the Lebanon First Methodist Church in Lebanon. i was a year and four months old. Henry was a year and one month old.
We are not alike. Henry is tall, dark, handsome, and still has hair. Me…well, let’s not go there.
i probably spent as much, if not more time at Henry’s home as i did at mine after the age of seven or so, until i left for parts known and unknown when we turned 24.
Henry went to Lebanon High School. i went to Castle Heights Military Academy. We remained close and spent our weekends when not playing football, basketball, baseball together, as well as nights listening to his father’s “party” records of Moms Mabely and Redd Foxx in the front room of his home.
Henry went to the University of Tennessee. I went to Vanderbilt and graduated from Middle Tennessee.
Henry was enlisted Army and an ordance instructor in Maryland. i went to Navy OCS and eventually made the Navy my career.
Henry stilll lives in that house where we played. i have lived in a dozen places, most while being aboard 10 ships that traveled to many places, except Northern Europe and around South America.
We still talk to each other, but now, it is nearly allways by long distance phone calls. Each time, no matter how long in between, it’s like we pick up the conversation where we left off the previous time.
Henry remains a die-hard Tennessee football fan. i continue to be a dyed–in-the-wool Vanderbilt fan. We cheer for our respective teams and enjoy the successes of the other.
Remarkably, we seem to think alike on most subjects, especially politics.
We rag at each other in the most jovial manner.
He is like another brother.
This weekend i initiated a string of emails about the Vanderbilt-Tennessee football game. i expressed my thrill at Vandy’s win but also expressed some sadness that the Vols had to lose.
This exchange went on for several emails. When i closed out, i made the comment that like Waylon Jennings sang, “I’ve always been crazy but it’s kept me from going insane.”
Henry’s reply:
“Too late.”
Not only is he like a brother, he knows me well.
- Body and Soul, Two of Them
i, in my old age frenzy, have replaced a great deal of writing with reading, which in my youth was my frenzy in addition to sports.
Strangely, i have selected several different types of reading: old ones off the shelf i’ve read several times from back when. New ones others have suggested, even loaned me. i read old man late after that beautiful woman has gone to bed until i too am tired, and the eyelids flutter and the head nods.
i read out of several books at a time, wishing i could stay awake all night and pore over the pages in a fever like i did back a long time ago under the sheets with a flashlight to prevent my folks from knowing i was violating the sleep rules.
Something from which i would have spurned until now i find…intriguing, i think is the word: Literary History of the United States by erudite scholars Spiller, Thorpe, Canby, and Ludwig. i’m sure it was one of my college course books. i never read it. Now, i learn when learning is not required. Yet loquacious, a term for talkative, prevails in the writing, almost pompous, and i marvel at myself reading with pleasure such an academic tome.
i also have returned to favorites: Faulkner, Warren, Greene, Doctorow. i currently am re-reading David Maraniss book on Vietnam, They Marched to Sunlight.
i read several at a time. In addition to the history tome, and Maraniss, i’m near the conclusions of Robert Penn Warren’s Or Else: Poem/Poems 1968-1971, and Al Nashashibi’s Gratefulness: Messages from the Heart to the Mind (I have written before of Ibrahim’s books and his restaurant Farouz in San Diego. He was born in Jerusalem, has a Jewish and Muslim background, and is an amazing gentleman).
Saturday night after all the football games had gone to bed, i read a poem of Ibrahim’s, “The Vessel and the Traveler.” Ibrahim discussed the relationship between the soul and the body. As usual, it was thoughful and produced some deep considerations for me.
Then i picked up Warren’s book and read “Interjection #7: Remarks of Soul to Body.” As usual, Warren captures me with power of his images.
The poems were different. But they expressed a relationship about ourselves i have often wondered. And here were these two men from amazingly different times, locales, and backgrounds addressing the same themes. i was struck by reading them randomly on the same night.
Oh, i wish they could have met and talked about those two poems.
Of course, i and my brother Joe, would have to be sitting in the back of the room listening.
- Shirley’s Law
Most people deserve each other.
- Aging Embracing
Reading this, don’t be concerned about my health, i have some issues, pretty much the same as anyone a couple of months from 82 will have. There are some procedures i will be experiencing in the next couple of months to address the most serious difficulties, but i plan on being around for quite a while. i am hoping to make it to almost 99 like my daddy did, but i’ve live a much harder, wilder life, so am not likely to do that. i do think about what’s next more than i should. i’m still having fun. i hope you are also if you are in my generation.
i feel aging embracing me
while sharpening the blades
i cannot see
that will eventually
do me in.i shall not worry about
what will take me away
for i know it will be earned
for what i’ve lived,
good things and bad things
regardless of intention.the question is not
how nor when
but what remains
in my living
for i am blest.one must step carefully
in this forest of diabilities piling up;
yet, at four score plus
a new vision of the world opens
for i have been there and remember.i have seen the good and bad
over those years,
now, observing them
in the growing crowds
of people, planes, automobiles,
concrete and steel,i think i understand.
i know i cannot tell them
what they should be doing
based on what i’ve learned:
they are young, impetuous, headstrong,
knowing i do not know what it’s like nowadays,which i do, of course:
i’ve walked down that road.it matters not.
there is a warmth in knowing
i’m not in their squabbles;
knowing living, doing the right thing,
or making the attempt
is the key to feeling good in the long run.So, i read the headlines,
watch what they erroneously call news,
shake my head at their goofy plans
to make the world better,
which they can’t unless they
realize the depth of what i wrote above.it is a pleasant world embracing me,
even with the discomfort of being
embraced too hard,
for, as my father said that i repeat:i’ve had a good life,
have a good wife,
have great children, grandchild, and friends.
i just hope
when i go,i go quick.
- Something I’ve Heard Before
Yesterday, i once again was looking for something i had misplaced and forgotten where. Such has become a daily tradition around here, sometimes more than once a day. It’s so often, i no longer cuss when it happens.
Okay, okay, sometimes i still let the sailor talk rip.
This time it was different. i looked in the usual places, considered where i had been, and found it on the coffee table in the living room.
As i reached for it, a voice came into my head that said, “Right where it has always been.”
That is something my mother, former wife, and current wife would say to me. They have engrained it into my brain. They didn’t even have to say it.