Downtown developments for Sept. 27
Whether getting older and facing mortality does these tricks with the mind, I do not know, but lately things I have not thought about in years are popping into my head. At the age of 3, I wanted a mule. At that age I did not know the difference between a mule and a horse, I guess. When I figured out the difference, it changed to a horse.
Every birthday and every Christmas, I was sure I was going to get a horse. One Christmas morning, I remember waking up to the sound of horses whinnying and knew it had finally happened. I went rushing outside only to discover that my next door neighbor and the neighbor down the block had both gotten horses. I was devastated, and more so because they would not let me near their horses.
As I grew older, my wants changed. My sights were set on SL Mercedes and Lear Jets. I never managed the Lear, but I did get a few Mercedes - never new but bought and restored. It didn't matter that I owned a Mercedes.
In college all I wanted was to own every color of Bass Weejuns made. The older I got, the priorities changed, and the wants for material things became less and less important. Now, all I want is to be able to go into a grocery store, find everything my heart desires then be able to pay for it.
Then I'd like to come home, put my refrigerated items in my Sub-Zero fridge and my frozen items in my Sub-Zero freezer. Then I'd like to be able to cook dinner on my 6- to 8-burner Viking with griddle and fry in my double-deep fryer. For bread or dessert, it would be nice to bake in one of my double ovens, while my plates sat in a warming drawer and salads awaited in a refrigerated drawer.
Oh well, I may as well want a Lear Jet. I have just as much chance of getting either.
"When writing the story of your life, don't let anyone else hold the pen." (Author unknown)