“Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be seventy…”
This was the day we were planning to go to Vancouver B.C. to see Simon and Garfunkel in concert at the start of their 2010 tour, the year they both turn sixty nine. However, their tour has been indefinitely postponed due to Art Garfunkel’s vocal cord problems, so we are staying at home doing Saturday catch up instead, though a bit wistful at what could have been an enjoyable time hearing great songs.
“The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends”
Even so, Simon and Garfunkel harmonies run through my head, spurred by a sing along after a wonderful dinner together with two other families last night. These are friends who are not by any means old, but it is friendship that has lasted over twenty years so we can be very accurately called “old friends.” Our children grew up together and remain “old friends” in their late teens and twenties. There is nothing quite as comforting as a friendship that endures time and miles and life transitions.
“Time it was, and what a time it was…
a time of innocence, a time of confidences”
And so, with the sounds of those songs settling like dust on my shoulders, it is time to go mow lawn and pull weeds.