Just some thoughts:
It was a very early summer morning and I had just left my nephew’s house. I had been in southwestern Indiana for a few days of golf, and just generally visiting some of the old haunts. I was about eight or nine miles south of Terre Haute traveling highway forty one when I came upon a small road sign that read: Pimento. Immediately I smiled.
The evening before I had taken a leisurely drive around some of the areas of my youth. A drive down Wabash Avenue. The strip as it was called in the late 1950s’. I drove past where once there had been three or four drive-in / car hop places, a teenage hang out called the Wassell’s Inn (2800 Wabash Avenue) and a few other places that once had significance in my life. Sadly the car hop places are no longer there. They are just boarded up buildings with weeds in the parking lots. Wassell’s is now a restaurant type place. I then drove by a couple old high schools, a couple gyms (basketball places), by an old baseball field and by a place once called the Toasty Shop near another old high school school. I ended my old memory jaunt driving some streets and by houses there in the south end of town where I once had so often found myself.
On this morning, as most summer mornings, I had the top down on my convertible; it was just a very pleasant early Indiana morning. Just about that time I was approaching the highway sign that read Pimento, which was the actual area where I had lived growing up, a song came on from a Bobby Vinton cd I was playing on my car player. I smiled as I listened to the lyrics of the song he was singing, and I got to thinking… hum…
You lose and you win you start over again it goes on and on
How old are you before you regret the things you never done
How long do you wait before it’s too late—you think the night is young?
Life is a game it’s never the same till you’re dead and gone
Sooner or later it ends and all you can count on are your friends
You laugh and you cry life rushes by and it’s the only one
How old are you before you regret the things you never done?
Now there’s a question for you… how old is one … before they regret? You got any answers?
I wish I had…..
That thought stayed with me for a considerable distance as I drove on toward Tennessee
August 12, 2014