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A Note to Baby Boomers<br />
Change Comes for Us All<br />
Southern Indiana<br />
Holiday Events & Happenings<br />
Imay be cremated.<br />
So may many of you. Cremation<br />
seems as hot, excuse me, as mango<br />
milk or whatever else elbows pork<br />
rinds from the grocery shelves.<br />
Will I rest in peace in an Amazon-ordered<br />
urn? Or might that be me, sprinkled<br />
atop the hellacious crabgrass in the backyard?<br />
Should I be OK not to lay for eternity<br />
in an overpriced box, a good blue suit not<br />
left instead to Goodwill?<br />
I inherited cemetery plots in my<br />
parents’ will. Mom and Dad assumed I<br />
would wind up alongside them. I figured<br />
likewise.<br />
Now I refigure.<br />
I never figured to spend more time<br />
refiguring — about stuff both profound<br />
and mundane — than I do flossing. Not<br />
that I ever will be on the same planet as<br />
trendy. I dropped out of disco dance class.<br />
Yoga ended up little better. Sneaky prisoners<br />
probably place more cell phone calls. It<br />
wouldn’t bother me if drive-through windows<br />
had not been invented.<br />
Change and I get along about as well<br />
as change and many of you get along. I<br />
would swap my new car’s camera for a<br />
compact disc player in a second. I almost<br />
bought a particular model simply because<br />
it played CDs.<br />
I had these thoughts about getting<br />
older and retiring. I was way off. <strong>Dec</strong>isions<br />
just keep coming. Change does not<br />
give seniors a discount. Being buried was<br />
but one choice I had penciled in before I<br />
knew better.<br />
Or before I finally gave it thought.<br />
None of us get to choose to be old,<br />
suicide aside. All of us get to choose how<br />
to be old. Some seniors do make it look<br />
easy. For them, every question has an answer.<br />
These aren’t the “why” types. They<br />
are the “why not” types. Getting old never<br />
seems to get old for them. Do they head<br />
off to Australia or Africa or both? What<br />
gets replaced first, the knees or the hips?<br />
Do they eat dinner at 4:30 or go crazy and<br />
wait ’til 5?<br />
When do they downsize? Not if.<br />
Meanwhile, I am in a my third year<br />
of deciding if I should pull the plug on<br />
my pricey life insurance. I put off visits to<br />
the outlet mall, much less to the outback.<br />
“Same” is not a four-letter word. “Different”<br />
is.<br />
I try to take hope when I can get it.<br />
A man recently came to the house and removed<br />
the wobbly, worn-out basketball<br />
goal from the driveway. Plucked it right<br />
up and out like it was a baby tooth. My<br />
kids and I had shot a whole lot of balls<br />
at that hoop. Sam and Allison got better<br />
and better at it. Their dad got worse and<br />
worse. If I ever pretended to lose at h-o-rs-e,<br />
those days were long gone.<br />
Nonetheless, it was sad to say goodbye.<br />
How do you, some of you, part with<br />
all the stuff on memory lane? How do<br />
you gear up to gear down?<br />
I am not nearly trainable enough.<br />
But, hey, I now follow the IU women’s<br />
basketball team more closely than the<br />
men’s. That’s change. I eat less red meat.<br />
I make coffee by the cup. I enjoy the call<br />
of doves more than I do most TV shows.<br />
That’s change.<br />
I confront aging by exercising up a<br />
storm. I reconcile aging by at least glancing<br />
at all those ads for hearing aids and<br />
walk-in tubs. I confront aging by continuing<br />
to write here and there. I reconcile aging<br />
by making sure I have days with absolutely<br />
nothing on the schedule — except<br />
maybe lunch with friends.<br />
I am a lunch all-American.<br />
I do draw lines. I never expect to<br />
own a gun. I believe my loved ones and I<br />
are safer that way. Perhaps even safe. You<br />
may believe otherwise, of course. You<br />
have a gun. I do not. Who knows who is<br />
Change and I get along about as well as change<br />
and many of you get along. I would swap my<br />
new car’s camera for a compact disc player in<br />
a second. I almost bought a particular model<br />
simply because it played CDs.<br />
right?<br />
I also do draw silly lines. I often park<br />
in a different ZIP code from the store or<br />
ballpark or wherever. If not walking a bit<br />
extra is that crucial, be my guest. And I<br />
stockpile underwear and shampoo and<br />
ballpoint pens and grape jelly, even those<br />
doodads that stop bleeding when my razor<br />
attacks. None of it are on an endangered<br />
species list, I confess. All of it makes<br />
me somehow feel better, though, ready for<br />
anything.<br />
Thank God Southern Indiana Living<br />
does not insist that its columnists be sane.<br />
Give me the occasional German<br />
week at Aldi and I am happy. Give me the<br />
early-season reruns of most any classic sitcom<br />
and I am happy.<br />
I am never all that happy to make<br />
decisions I did not expect. That is central<br />
to getting old, though, I have learned.<br />
Travel, health care, downsizing, simplifying,<br />
all of it and more awaits. It’s the same<br />
ultimately with death itself. So burial?<br />
Maybe. Cremation? Maybe.<br />
I could flip a coin. Remember<br />
coins?•<br />
After 25 years, Dale Moss<br />
retired as Indiana columnist for<br />
The Courier-Journal. He now<br />
writes weekly for the News and<br />
Tribune. Dale and his wife Jean<br />
live in Jeffersonville in a house<br />
that has been in his family<br />
since the Civil War. Dale’s e-<br />
mail is dale.moss@twc.com<br />
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