THE 74TH BIRTHDAY

I want to thank all those individuals who congratulated me on my 74th birthday. But I'm not 74 anymore. I have completed 74 years on this anonymous globe floating aimlessly through the universe that one day will either be scorched by the sun or swallowed by a black hole. I am in my 75th year. There are some cultures that on the day of his or her birth the baby is one. It make sense. He or she is in his or her first year of life.

I would also like the thank those you didn't send me birthday congratulations. They remember me 50 years ago when I came to Brownsville from California via a Mexico. I was a handsome kid who attired himself like a surfer with beautiful brown hair hanging to his shoulder and blues eyes that mesmerized some of our more desperate pochas. Three of them I married. I love pochas They are down to earth and unpretentious and they are as gorgeous as any female in the world. That has been my personal experience.

I believe that the union between a gringo and a pocha produces offspring that are both handsome and gorgeous. Maybe I'm just prejudice because I have three sons whose mothers certainly compensated for my less than notable features. I think that the cultural combination between these two genders engenders an open mind that has an all-inclusive perspective.

With each passing year we come face to face with the conundrum of time. How is it possible that I became old so quickly? A few hours ago I was a young adventurous student graduating and ready to challenge the world. A few second ago I was turning 70. We visualize time like a plane seemingly flying slowly high in sky when in reality it is moving at breakneck speed.

I was fortunate to spend the evening with number two and three sons Joaquin and Michael. We gorged ourselves on sushi at a downtown Austin restaurant and then drove to a honky-tonk on the southside and played competitive and spirited pool jiving nonstop bullshit. It was fun and thankfully I'm not too hungover today.

Today we travel to Fredericksburg to visit number one son Carlos who is vacationing there with his wife and extended family. My sons are very close. It has been a while since Michael has seen his oldest brother and he yearns for a reunion.

What does the future bring? Another close friend died a few years ago. I checked out her obit and then I began surfing the entire section and I was shocked by the number of acquaintances that had passed over the last two years. And they look so healthy in the photos that accompany their short biographies. I shake my head sadly and prepare for my ultimate destination with less trepidation. And the deaths from the vast majority of family and friends who have been younger than me resulted from heart attacks and cancer. As humans we aren't doing something right.

Surpassing annual numbers becomes an amusing game. I have known many retirees who have succumbed a few years after their passing. I am well into my ninth year of not having to rise in the morning to go to work. I spend much of my time in solitude, which I find comforting. Because there is no tension in my apartment--a bitching wife or a barking dog--I relish extended periods of tranquility. Nothing compares to serenity when you have endured intense cycles of anxiety.

What does the future bring? Of course, I will keep a close eye on my sons. I'm in the middle of a five-week stay with them as we flit from San Antonio to San Marcos to Austin. It's been joyous and intimate. There are no subjects that we don't broach. Although my father is my ultimate hero, there were discussions we would have never broached in a thousand years.

I will continue to practice my Yankees Yoga to say in shape, strum the guitar and read. I am in the middle of two fictional projects with a third planned after I finish this pair. I will continue to entertain my three readers on both my blog The McHale Report and Facebook. I am part of the Resistance Movement against Rump, Muskrat and the rest of the Republican rats, so with these fanatical foes I expect some exciting showdowns. 

In general, I literally take it one day at a time. I like to sit near a resaca in the shade of a tree and watch the birds. I like to drop into a downtown establishment to wine and dine. I look forward to spending moments with family and friends. Mostly, I will breathe deeply and express my appreciation that I have enjoyed consciousness. I have reached an age when just meditating on life has brought me a gift that I hardly deserved.

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