Things I Remember: February 1973 With just a bit over two weeks till my 60th birthday – date-wise it’s 15 days, but today is half-over – and with no clue as to what will happen on that day (I nixed a trip to a Disney park due to concerns about exposure to COVID-19), my thoughtsContinue reading “Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Late Winter 1973 – Waiting, with Bated Breath, for the Big One-Oh”
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Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): A (School) Day in the Life, February 1973
Well, Dear Reader, with less than 17 days until my 60th birthday, it’s time for (yet) another Tempus Fugit piece related to this landmark birthday. On this day in 1973, which fell on a Friday, I was at Tropical Elementary – more likely than not – in Mrs. Chambers’ Special Education class in Room 29.Continue reading “Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): A (School) Day in the Life, February 1973”
Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Then (1973) & Now (2023) Revisited
“We don’t really grow up. Our toys change with time.” ― Nitya Prakash In February of 1973 – around the same time that Sam Ervin, a Democratic Senator from South Carolina, was named Chairman of the Senate Watergate Committee, and the Evangelical-Lutheran Church in Denmark became the first Christian organization to officially accept gay marriageContinue reading “Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Then (1973) & Now (2023) Revisited”
Tempus Fugit: Then (1973) & Now (2023) – Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition
With the “Big Six-Oh” creeping ever closer – it is, as I write this, only 27 days away – I decided to do a comparison between Then (1973, the year I turned 10) and Now (2023, the year I turn 60). Without further ado (I’m fresh out of it), let’s begin! President of the UnitedContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Then (1973) & Now (2023) – Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition”
Tempus Fugit: Monday, February 5, 1973 – The Big One-Oh is Only Four Weeks Away (50 Years On)
Countdown to the Big Six-Oh As I write this in the late morning of Sunday, February 5, 2023, there are less than 28 days (four weeks!) until I leave my 50s – which, sadly, have not been as happy or fulfilling as I’d hoped – and turn 60. I am hoping that when March 5Continue reading “Tempus Fugit: Monday, February 5, 1973 – The Big One-Oh is Only Four Weeks Away (50 Years On)”
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”
Tempus Fugit – Summer of 1972 Edition, or: Sizzling Florida Weather Brings Back Memories – and Comparisons – of Summertime in South Florida
The Dog Days of Summer – which began on July 3 this year and are the hottest months of the year in the Northern Hemisphere – ended yesterday, but down here in the Tampa Bay area you would not know it. On this second Friday of August, it’s hot, humid, and uncomfortable for those ofContinue reading “Tempus Fugit – Summer of 1972 Edition, or: Sizzling Florida Weather Brings Back Memories – and Comparisons – of Summertime in South Florida”
Trivial Pursuits: What Would 1972 Me Think About My 2022 World?
Well, Dear Reader, here I am again, posting on A Certain Point of View, Too a mere two hours after posting another mini-memoir Tempus Fugit piece about my memories of the summer of 1972. In between then and now, I had a late brunch (two fried eggs, four slices of toasted bread, and three mugsContinue reading “Trivial Pursuits: What Would 1972 Me Think About My 2022 World?”
Tempus Fugit – Dog Days of Summer 1972 Edition: Those Long, Hot Sundays of Yesteryear
It’s another scorching hot Sunday in the Tampa Bay area – outside, it’s mostly sunny and the temperature is 90°F/32°C, and the heat index is higher at 100°F/38°C. There is a huge clubhouse/pool complex that residents of the community have access to, but (a) I don’t like going there alone, and (b) the weather forecastContinue reading “Tempus Fugit – Dog Days of Summer 1972 Edition: Those Long, Hot Sundays of Yesteryear”
Tempus Fugit, or: That Endless Summer of 1972 – Transitions, Changes, and Memories
Tempus fugit. I am, as of late, preoccupied by the passage of time. Tempus fugit weighs heavily on my mind on this, my 50th consecutive summer since my mom, my older half-sister, and I moved back to the United States after living for six years in Bogota, Colombia. As you’ve probably noticed – if youContinue reading “Tempus Fugit, or: That Endless Summer of 1972 – Transitions, Changes, and Memories”
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