July, 1966, Philadelphia
Last month I turned 50. To be honest, I wanted to do something memorable and thought of having a big show of photos, with me and my old blues band playing at the opening. I also entertained the idea of putting together some kind of book of 50 photos and 50 stories. But in the end, I just had cake with my family. And, that was just fine.
As a present, my family in the states all pitched in and bought a watch for me. It is a self-winder, but very subtle and classy. Last thing I need is a big power watch on my scrawny wrist. I am not really a material-guy, but I admit that I like the watch for two reasons. One, when I look at it, it reminds me of my family and how much they cheer for me despite that I have not made the best effort to stay in touch over the past few years. The other reason is that the watch has no batteries, it gets its power from the simple fact that I keep moving. That has been my creed for a while, just keep moving. Get up and get working on something. Keep going, the gears will turn.
I had also hoped that I could write some masterpiece blog post, that would reflect on the past 50 years, but, hell, that's a lot of reflecting. All I will say is that along my path there has been a few rough stretches, and once or twice I got lost in the jungle not really knowing where I was, but they are nothing compared to all the great things I have experienced. My life, so far, has not been boring, and even though I am a bit tethered at the moment, trying to get a grip on some new responsibilities, I know that even greater things are coming. That is, if I just keep moving.