A Recollection

I look back in time, a thing most every

older person with half a brain does,

especially when one recounts a long

history. Funny, though, at the time

I never really considered where I

might be some 30-years from then.

I had resigned myself to getting to

and being where life determined I

should be. Carefree, let the chips fall

where they may, I used to say.

Back then, had I considered being

wealthy, today I may have been basking

on the sunny deck of a yacht sailing into

Montego Bay, or living in a luxurious el

palacio in Barcelona, Spain.

Never gave a thought to such things,

or driving a Ferrari or Bugatti either.

Today, at age 73 I am paying for not

planning ahead. Instead, I’m tucked

away disabled in my studio apartment

in Kansas City, no car, no fancy boat,

unable to get about, with my small dog,

living modestly on Social Security, and

waiting impatiently for maintenance to

come and repair my central air which

shot craps yesterday in the 90-degree

heat.

Another barn burner forecast today.

Had I envisioned this situation of mine

today some 30-years ago, I may have a

kept driving West on Interstate 40 when

I reached Albuquerque, New Mexico.

But how was I to know? I was driving a

rickety old Ford Pinto at the time.

                       -30-

Chris Hanch 6-16-2020