Der Alte

Way back when Konrad Adenauer was Chancellor of Germany, he was known by the German Volk – the people they named the Wagen after :-) -- as “Der Alte” (the Old Man).
I have come to feel that this would be an appropriate title for me.
For the truth is, my dear friends of this cyber world, Berowne is not young. He has been around the reservoir a couple of times. As my old buddy Macbeth used to say: "My way of life has fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf…" So I have to confess that the picture of the young guy brushing his teeth at the top of my blog doesn’t resemble me at all.
But it’s nothing to be sad about. You remember the line: “Grow old along with me. The best is yet to be.”
(“The best” might be a bit of an exaggeration. No, the best was in the past. Still, there’s a lot of good stuff yet to come.)
Fortunately, the fates have allowed me to wind up at an advanced age with a mind that, for some reason, has stayed supple and alive, if not especially brilliant. My mind thinks it’s about thirty-five years of age.
You remember that book, “The Greatest Generation,” by Tom Brokaw, a book that described the generation who grew up in the United States during the deprivation of the Great Depression, and then went on to fight in World War II? Evidently those folks were almost all heroic.
When I heard about that book I realized he was talking about me. I remember every day of the Great Depression and I spent three and a half years in WWII, mostly in the South Pacific, the difference being that I never did anything remotely heroic.
The reason for this post? Well, my family informed me that since I seem to be possessed of an endless number of stories, some of them even interesting, about the at times weird and at times comical situations that I found myself in during those many years, I should write them down. So I thought my blog would be a good place for it; I’ll be posting a few short chapters over time.
I hope there are a few bloggers who may be entertained by what Der Alte has to say. :-)