Threshold of a Life

Sitting comfortably in our Appalachian forest haven, I take an unexpected sip of memories from the time of long ago. . . gleaming in upon the mystical paths of cyberspace. . . uBloob. . . and now to suit, to recruit, from this 74-year-old brain, memories summoned up through the magic our great internet. . .

Oh, but, “it riles them to believe that you perceive the web they weave". . . but going back even further in the American net. . . “Ai, ai,” said Ishmael to captain Ahab.. . yes, going back even further in American story-telling. . . but I digress. Meanwhile, back at the “ranch”, sitting in our edge-of-civilization American easy chair, surfing the web in these 74-year-old dreams, a moody memory floats in on the web, from back in the day. . .

“I think, therefore I am. . . I think!. . .Of course, you are my practical star. . .”

Now you know that you are real”. . . old. This stage of life that you’ve been vaguely aware of for so long, since the 1950’s, when you visited your parents’ parents on holidays and you were thinking that they’re old. . . and yet. . . now it is you. . . “of course, you are, my practical star” . . getting old. You have become the grey-haired one now, sitting across the table, across the Thanksgiving dining room from the young bucks who now run the show. . . and yes, it is a show. . .as Ed Sullivan used to say, a really big “shew”. . . the passing of time. . . the passing of one generation’s torch to the next. . .and the sudden intrusion of memory, via video, with that fab four from the mother country. . . “she was just seventeen; you know what I mean”. . . and the rest is history. . . I mean. . . not the real history, but the memory track that runs through this boomer mind. . . although we’ll leave it all behind, not many years from now, six feet under. . . Not to worry though! Eternal salvation beams through brightly in the gospel revelation of Jesus, and the testimony of brothers and sisters long ago. . . He did, yes, he did, rise up from the tomb on that third day. after the crucifixion. . . . . . but I had not realized that yet, back in those moody, blue days, but we have come a long way in the 74-year odyssey, the apex of which came, back in ‘77, when the light when on in my soul and we realized that it is true, the greatest story every told, Jesus’ conquest of death. and if you believe that, I’ve got real estate we’ll share with you on the other side. . . King of Soul