Double Nickel

By my mother’s account, she went into labor sometime late on March 31, 1954. Dad drove her to a hospital on Chicago’s far South Side; she didn’t supply the detail on how she got to the hospital, but it’s the only way I can imagined it happened. The weather, from what I glean from weather records, was cold; March had ended with an 8-inch snowfall, and the And then, she said, they waited. She was in labor all the way through April Fool’s Day. Then around 9 in the morning on the 2nd, I made my debut. I’ll go light on further details.

So here I am, at the threshold of 55. I know it’s not one of those big decade numbers. Still, there’s some weight there for me. Maybe it’s the memory of my father losing his long-time job when he was 55. I was talking to my friend Pete about that episode recently and how back then, in the age before the mass layoff, getting fired or pushed out, especially from a job one had invested 25 years in, as my dad had, carried a sense of death with it. At 55, you weren’t a kid anymore. How were you supposed to pick up the pieces and continue? As it happened, my mom went to work and my father did put the pieces back together.

So, 55. I’ve found myself thinking about the group of kids I went through school with in the fringe suburbs of Chicago, kids who had birthdays around mine. Somehow, I’ve managed to keep track of a few of them. One’s a petroleum geologist, now working in Nigeria. One’s a job counselor for the emotionally disabled in the Sacramento Valley. One’s an atmospheric scientist in Chicago. Another runs a homeless advocacy group in Indianapolis. And one is a programmer-type down in Texas.

Odd to think of them all hitting this age. I remember them in First Communion class, or on the playground the day President Kennedy was shot, or helping run a classroom campaign for LBJ in fifth grade, in the band room at our district junior high school, or on the basketball court, softball diamond and football field (many of these people showed up in more than one of these scenes, along with a cohort of other friends, older and younger, who I’ve not forgotten).

Not kids anymore, but I knew them when they were.

8 Replies to “Double Nickel”

  1. I’ve been wondering how I’ll be – 9 months hence – when I achieve the same milestone. Evidently, gloomy, introspective, and depressing.
    But Happy Birthday anyway. Enjoy the day. Have an IPA on me.
    K-

  2. I’ve been wondering how I’ll be – 9 months hence – when I achieve the same milestone. Evidently, gloomy, introspective, and depressing.
    But Happy Birthday anyway. Enjoy the day. Have an IPA on me.
    K-

  3. Kem: Didn’t mean to be more gloomy or depressing than usual. Maybe we can do a virtual IPA toast. I’ll have mine, maybe more than one, after work. You do the same!
    And Marie: Thanks!

  4. Happy Birthday, Dan. Unfortunately, I’ve lost track of almost all of my childhood friends. We only run into each other at funerals and I find that more than a little depressing.

  5. These days I find myself listening to the old Talking Heads song, “Once In a Lifetime.”
    And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
    And you may find yourself in another part of the world
    And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
    And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful Wife
    And you may ask yourself-well…how did I get here?

    And you may ask yourself
    What is that beautiful house?
    And you may ask yourself
    Where does that highway go?
    And you may ask yourself
    Am I right? …am I wrong?
    And you may tell yourself
    My god!…what have I done?
    Happy Belated, as one who knew you when and is fast approaching that same double nickel.

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