They all go sometime
If you take the time to take a trip down memory lane you quickly learn one fact period. Given enough years all of your stars fade to black. Some may call it death. I was watching some documentaries about television shows from my childhood. And invariably, they go away. Not to to retirement but rather due to the ravages of time. Disease in large part. No wonder people spend so much time searching for the fountain of youth back in the day. Go ahead. Once you reach a certain age you can play the game. Look up an old TV show and check the cast list. Pick a name that you recognize. The reality is stark and clear. None of us last forever. I would have thought that someone who could make it to the top of the pops or make it to the top of the TV lists had something extra going on but they do not. I guess I better enjoy what time I have while I can. It seems that writing afterwards will be a feat worthy of fame. On other topics I may have prematurely reported the end of the rail strike. Based on what I saw on the news this morning it’s a little bit like putting out a campfire. You pour some water on and you wait that’s what we’re doing right now. Waiting. The question of will the train arrive is as pertinent now as it was two days ago. That also is a sad reflection on the state of labour management relations period. I mean, they all want the same thing but the idea of how to get there is unclear. All we can do now is wait to see what happens after the weekend. And here’s a hint. Stock up on your groceries while they’re still available. Not to be a nervous Nelly but I cannot eat air.
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