Moore on MaumelleColumn for Week of Nov. 12
Why can’t people treat me like they do on mybirthday, every day?
It’s another birthday. I turned 59 recently. Several interesting things happen whenit’s your birthday.When you’re a kid, you have a party. There is cake, presents, kids with funny hats(at least in my day), and a real sense of accomplishment. Wow, I made it to 8! Notso much at 59. Oh I know, it beats the alternative.In some ways turning 59 is a child-like experience. Everyone seems to give you apass for the day and for some reason think you should have a good day. I got manynotes on my Facebook page and a couple of actual cards. Nobody sends cards orletters anymore.My mother called as she always does and told me I was the prettiest baby she hadever seen. I weighed 10 pounds plus. My mother is now 90 years old, but I guessshe knows her babies. I’m still bigger than I’m supposed to be.It’s also strange being on the cusp of 60 years of age. When I was a teenager, Inever thought I would make it to 45, because it seemed so far away. Now it seemsso long ago.My grandkids gave me a gift they didn’t pick out but took full ownership of the idea.I was okay with that. It was a Razorback hat and shirt. I wore them both to watchArkansas beat Kentucky. I’m sure the gift had something to do with it.So what’s my point? Well, you learn a lot in 59 years and in some ways feel like youdon’t know if you have enough time left to learn and do all you want. That’s aselfish viewpoint, but it’s how many of us feel.I think of Garrett Uekman of Maumelle who died when he was 20. I had the privilegeof coaching Garrett when he was playing baseball long before he wore number 88for the Razorbacks. I think of the Channel 11 newscaster Matt Turner who died atonly 32 before he had a chance to really make his mark in this market. Doesn’tseem hardly fair.I asked a preacher at a funeral why would God take our friend who was only in his40s and had three boys to raise. I foolishly said he should have taken a sorry, nogood SOB like me. The preacher wisely told me, “You’re not ready to go.” Maybe I’mstill not.