Counting Down to the Big Six-Oh: The Stuff that Helps Keep Me ‘Young at Heart’


“You’re never too old to be young.” ― Charles F Glassman As you know, I’ll be celebrating my 60th birthday in (as I write this) less than 29 days. This, of course, means that I have many of the responsibilities and some of the skills that a guy my age has. I pay rent. IContinue reading “Counting Down to the Big Six-Oh: The Stuff that Helps Keep Me ‘Young at Heart’”

Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, January 31, 2023, or: A Quick ‘Tempus Fugit’ Piece & Blu-ray Collection Update


Time Flies Onward…1973-2023 If you’re a regular reader of A Certain Point of View, Too, you know that this year is of some significance to this writer. First, in less than 33 days, I will be 60 years old. I wrote about how I feel about that yesterday, so I am not going to repeatContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, January 31, 2023, or: A Quick ‘Tempus Fugit’ Piece & Blu-ray Collection Update”

Tempus Fugit: Life As I Knew It in January of ’73


Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana. – Anthony G. Oettinger On January 20, 1973, I was nine going on 10 and lived in a modest but comfortable house, along with my widowed mother and my older half-sister, in Westchester, a suburb of Miami, Florida. 50 years ago, January 20 fell onContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Life As I Knew It in January of ’73”

Musings & Thoughts for Sunday, January 8, 2023 – Special Tempus Fugit Edition


Hi, there, Dear Reader. On this lovely, cool – for the subtropics, anyway – midday on Sunday, January 8, 2022, I find myself reflecting that 2023 marks a plethora of significant anniversary dates. Mixed Feelings Some, like my birthday – March 5, for those of you who want to pencil it in their social calendarsContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Sunday, January 8, 2023 – Special Tempus Fugit Edition”

Tempus Fugit: Hazy (But Happy!) Memories of Christmas 1972


Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas time. –  Laura Ingalls Wilder I wish I had vivid memories of my first Christmas as a permanent resident of the state of Florida after our unexpectedContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Hazy (But Happy!) Memories of Christmas 1972”

Tempus Fugit: Farewell and Adieu to You, Fair Spanish Ladies – Sevilla, 18 December 1988


But, I’m leavin’ on a jet plane Don’t know when I’ll be back again Oh babe, I hate to go. – John Denver, Leaving on a Jet Plane Another cold day in Florida…another weather-triggered memory brought on by low temperatures, beautiful morning skies, and a penchant for remembering anniversaries of events from the Land ofContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Farewell and Adieu to You, Fair Spanish Ladies – Sevilla, 18 December 1988”

Tempus Fugit: Remembering Mid-December, 1972: New School, New Girlfriend, and Apollo’s Last Hurrah


“December is the holdout month, all the others torn away.” ― Anne Gisleson, The Futilitarians: Our Year of Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, and Reading With Christmas Day of 2022 only 12 days away – and New Year’s Eve 18 days in the future – and my move to Brandon looming on a date that is “TBA”Continue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering Mid-December, 1972: New School, New Girlfriend, and Apollo’s Last Hurrah”

Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later (Epilogue)


I never even talked about Cheryl much with “the girl who came after,” and – I don’t know why the fuck I did this – what little I did say was not true. I don’t remember what cockamamie story I told K the few times that she asked about the girl I had left behind, but I can tell you that I did not tell her about the pink sweater, or that I had cried myself to sleep three nights in a row before starting school at Tropical Elementary on Monday, November 13, 1972.  

Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the First


Prologue: The Fragility of Memory One of the things that bother me about the nature of memories is how fragile, how unreliable, and woefully imperfect they are. Take, for example, my memories about an event that occurred when I was 20 years old – my last day as a high school student at South MiamiContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the First”

Tempus Fugit: Remembering ‘Cheryl T.’


“Better to have to retrace your steps and then move forward than never to move forward at all.” ― Anne Burack Sayre, The Birthday Book Club Snatching: The Melinda & Simon Series I promised, not too long ago, that I’d tell you a bit more about “Cheryl T,”  the cute auburn-haired girl who sat twoContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering ‘Cheryl T.’”