It’s been a while.

So.  It’s been a while since I last wrote.  Maybe I’m getting old.

Or maybe not.

There’s a piece in today’s New York Times that examines the question of getting old.

Honestly, I do not feel old.  Oh, I ache a little in the mornings, but that’s OK.  My mind feels 20-something.

OK, that’s all throat clearing.

The other day, I was listening to Bob Dylan in my car.  The song that came on was Rainy Day Women #12 & 35.  And it got me to thinking.

I got married when I was 28 years old, which means that I had about 12 years of experience with women before T and I settled down.  And I was thinking about why none of those earlier relationships had worked out.

Some didn’t want me after a while.  Some, I didn’t want, after a while.  Some wanted me to change, and those were the hardest ones.  Because sometimes I wanted to change.  Some others just wanted me strange.

The ones who wanted me to change–there were Jews who thought I ought to embrace my Jewishness.  There were Christians who thought I ought to revise my franchise.  There were Marxists who thought I wasn’t revolutionary enough.

And then there was T.

I won’t say that T didn’t want me to change, and I won’t say that I didn’t change.  But when I sometimes changed back–and over the past ten years, that’s been the largest part of my life–she didn’t kick me out.

Not a whole lot to say here.  I guess the main thing is, when you find someone who won’t kick you out?  You’ve got a love worth keeping.

 

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