“It’s about time. It’s about space. About two men in the strangest place.*. . .”
Well, it’s about
time!
Have you been
waiting a long time? I’m sorry to have
kept you waiting, but the time got away from me. Do you know where it went?
No I don’t, for
time waits for no one.
Can I catch it
if I hurry?
No. Time marches on.
But perhaps, if
I run?
No. Time also flies on wings of lightning so
don’t let it pass you by.
My minister once quoted God as
saying, “Time exists for the convenience of man.” Personally, I find it inconvenient as I’m
often not on-time, sometimes I’m in-time, but never late for a timely meal.
What is time anyway?
I have heard that time is that property
of physics, which keeps everything from happening all at once. If there were no time,
life would be short indeed.
A famous Air Force general
once told his staff, “Don’t worry, if you can’t get your work assignments
completed between 0800 and 1700, you can always finish them from 1700 to 0800.”
It is said that “time is
money.” I have very little money so I
guess that’s why I have no time. If I
don’t have time to do something correctly the first time, how will I ever find
the time to do it over?
Do you have the
time?
Not really. I have two watches so I’m never sure what
time it is.
Riddle me this: “Time flies, but you can’t. They don’t travel in straight lines.”
“Holy Mollie, Batman.”
“Don’t swear
Robin.”
Will the Dynamic
Duo solve that puzzle? Tune in next
week; same bat time; same bat station.
Well, it’s time to end our
show, so say goodnight, Gracie.
“Goodnight everyone.”
After all is said
and done, it’s still about time.
Time’s up.
*To
hear the original TV theme song “It’s About Time” click on the link below.
© 20 May 2013
About the Author
I was born in June of 1948 in Los Angeles, living first in Lawndale
and then in Redondo Beach. Just prior to
turning 8 years old in 1956, I was sent to live with my grandparents on their
farm in Isanti County, Minnesota for two years during which time my parents
divorced.
When united with my mother and stepfather two years later
in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California,
graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966. After three tours of duty with the Air Force,
I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until
her passing away from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11-2001
terrorist attack.
I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010. I find writing these memories to be
therapeutic.
My story blog is, TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com.
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