There are times when the road seems to have more than its share of potholes, more twists and turns than one ever expected. Life since turning 50 has been just that for me . . . and Kathi. And that was more than a few summers ago (at least for me).
I am reminded of the powerful closing paragraphs of “the great American novel,” The Great Gatsby. F. Scott Fitzgerald writes:
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter – tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms out farther . . . And one fine morning ––
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”