Several
months back I saw Robert Redford and Robert De Niro
live
on TV. President Obama awarded them The Presidential Medal
of
Freedom. I was shocked to see how old they had become. I grew
up
watching these virile and macho-manly men on stage and screen.
About
a week ago my apartment went up in an early morning blaze.
I
was fortunate enough to grab my pups and hobble away to safety.
Later
that day, while my son rummaged through the charred and
water-soaked
remains for anything salvageable, I was approached by
a
TV news reporter and asked for an interview. I gave a brief account
of
my traumatic experience; we shook hands and parted ways.
That
evening as I watched the 5 o’clock news, the taped segment of my
interview
played before my distressed eyes. I was horrified to see the
wrinkled,
pallid and frail specimen I myself had unwillingly become over
time.
It was just like that curse which had befallen Redford and De Niro,
except
I was not a recipient of The Presidential Medal of Freedom. And,
in
my protracted stretch of time on the planet, I have never received a
single
award for my acting either.
Chris
Hanch 4-8-17
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