I've now lived long enough to BE Back History ... and my week is fast coming up ... .
On my January 18th bus tour (where I serve as tour guide) a reporter for the Richmond Pulse -- complete with camera -- was along for the trip. I've become pretty used to having this happen, and it doesn't take long before such folks fade into the background and are barely noticeable -- either by the other passengers or by me.
He remained behind when the trip ended two hours later, and wanted a brief interview with which to complete his story; easy enough to comply.
That being said, I sent a current photo in the hope that it might influence his decision about the article. I really am not caught up in the past, and am perfectly content with the current version of Betty. Maybe the bar is simply lower by now, and my expectations for what life should look like for what we call "the Golden Years" is far different from anything that young girl might have ever envisioned in her wildest dreams!
Re-inventing myself as the times and conditions underwent changes -- living life in a constant state of surprise -- has led to every possible kind of challenge, and highs, lows, and in-betweens, that always held enough promise to propel me into the next year, month, day, and -- sometimes, hour.
Besides, where were the reporters when that pretty young girl was building her resume and looking into a future -- dimly -- in an unenlightened nation?
Better late than never?