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. One of those evenings to steal a line from an old Statler Brothers song, "I had time on my hands and memories on my mind."
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…
How old are you before you regret the things you never done
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?
That thought stayed with me for a considerable distance as I drove on toward Tennessee.
August 17, 2014
Keep on,
Larry Adamson