This is a column I wrote 21 years ago as I eagerly awaited the arrival of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the winter season with its promise of snow. I was 54 years old, and now, at 75 I realize how differently I look at "the arrival of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and winter season with its promise of snowy days and snowy nights." I have always looked at the changing of the seasons from a biblical point of view. Even as we have a Spring, Summer, Winter, and Fall, so to do we have seasons in our lives. There was a time when the falling leaves, crisp, frosty mornings and the prospect of another November turning into December a snowy winter was eagerly anticipated. Now, at 75, that perception has been replaced. Those eagerly anticipated snowy winters somehow have lost their appeal. Winters were fun at 20, 40, and 50, but they started getting to be a problem at 50 and now at 75, as I realize that I am approaching the "winter" season of life.
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Monday, November 17, 2008
1982: It's November
This is a column I wrote 21 years ago as I eagerly awaited the arrival of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the winter season with its promise of snow. I was 54 years old, and now, at 75 I realize how differently I look at "the arrival of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and winter season with its promise of snowy days and snowy nights." I have always looked at the changing of the seasons from a biblical point of view. Even as we have a Spring, Summer, Winter, and Fall, so to do we have seasons in our lives. There was a time when the falling leaves, crisp, frosty mornings and the prospect of another November turning into December a snowy winter was eagerly anticipated. Now, at 75, that perception has been replaced. Those eagerly anticipated snowy winters somehow have lost their appeal. Winters were fun at 20, 40, and 50, but they started getting to be a problem at 50 and now at 75, as I realize that I am approaching the "winter" season of life.
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