I don’t feel my age. I know I’m getting older and will soon meet my Maker. But I just can’t see myself as a senior citizen, let alone someone who will one day praise the glory of Medicare and the free rides on public transportation in Philadelphia.
To tell you the truth, I feel like I’m seventeen years old again. My body would disagree, but my heart and my mind often see things from that period of time . . . It was a time when I had just graduated high school and the world was my oyster, so to speak.
I remember singing my heart out as did in a Doo Wop group, even though that term did not come into general usage for another generation or so. There’s nothing quite like four-part harmony. Today, I settle for singing along with the radio and my old CDs.
I’d still be a virgin, although I’d never admit it to guys I grew up with. I got a reputation to consider, you know. But I’d laugh and joke just to see the young girls smile and laugh along with me!
And I would speed like a demon in my 57 Chevy with no care for the past or the future. I’d burn rubber until Uncle Sam knocked on my door two years later and invited me to a place called Vietnam.
Jacky Toy taught me how to harmonize, He learned it while singing with Joey Oz and Eddie Keller, two “old heads.” They sang “Guardian Angels” at the all-black Uptown Theatre for the midnight talent show. I’ll never forget it.
Joey Oz recently cut a new record. (Oops, I should have said “CD.”) He plans to send a copy to me and others feeling 17-years-old at heart. His music company is Brewerytown Records. I feel young when I hear the harmony and I want to sing and dance again all night long!
I still flirt with many woman I come into contact with, hoping I’d get lucky. It never worked then, and it doesn’t work now, my friend. But, I feel I’m bringing a little joy to members of the opposite sex when I compliment them and get a smile or two. I believe I’m serving a higher purpose when I serve them, if you know what I mean.
My biggest problem, however, is the continued “need for speed.” I still race in the car as if I was back in the classic Chevy. I get road rage and completely stressed out unless I leave for my ride extra early and I meditate while driving. I lose patience with other drivers. I lose patience with myself; and wish I could grow out of it.
But if that’s the only drawback of feeling like you’re 17, I’ll take it any old day. I’ll grow up someday, but for now I’ll enjoy life while still feeling young!