I am 51 years
old. My kids laugh because they say that I always claim to be one year older
than I actually am. In reality, I won’t start that until after the New Year
when I will be closer to 52 than I am 51. I don’t mind growing older but I have
refused to grow up (with a knowing nod to one Mr. Jimmy Buffett, “Growing Older
But Not Up.”). Being 51 means you can remember a few things: I remember the
Beatles when they were still together and they were a cartoon, I remember when
Neil Armstrong stepped on the Moon, I remember John Lennon’s assassination as
well as Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King, I remember Walt Disney World
opening and Walt’s last TV appearance in 1966 when he talked about EPCOT. I
didn’t even know Walt was dead years later because he was on TV all the time on
Sunday night, I know, I saw him.
One of the
great controversies of my early life was choosing whom we liked best, the
Jacksons or the Osmonds, Donny or Michael, white gloves or purple socks. I’m
not kidding, purple socks. Seriously, I was more of a Cowsills fan but today is
Donny Osmond’s birthday. Donny has done it all, he’s a little bit rock and
roll, a little bit game show host, a little bit talk show host, he’s a
Technicolor Joseph and an onstage Gaston. He’s done it all but I think his
greatest moment is his cameo in Weird Al’s video, “White and Nerdy.” Donny is
four years older than me and almost as cute. Let’s take another tilt at this
and visit EPCOT’s Chinese Pavilion and look for Mulan, after all, Donny was
also the singing voice for Shang.
Remember,
your best excuse is always: waiting for your dream to come true.
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