No Sleeping in Heaven

    There is no need for alarm clocks in Aruba. Everything seems to be part of a wonderful dream. The warm breeze is like a blanket that comforts you around the clock. There is no need to wear anything more than comfortable attire. If you do perspire the tropical wind wipes the slate clean and never seems to expire.

    The ocean surrounds you in turquoise and blue. The sands are pearls of white that encompass the land from all the other objects in sight. The relaxing clouds seem to be swimming in a blue sea above, and then gently meets the tranquil ocean at a distant horizon line.

   

The sun glides from one side of the island, and visits the other side. The rays of the sun caress every person until it is time to say good night. Now the sun uses the horizon line as a curtain which it will hide behind, but before the sun disappears it has its final curtain call. 

  That is when the heaven’s explode with colors of happiness for all.

This is when you realize that there is no sleeping in heaven, when you are living a dream on Arubian soil.

Tic-Toc Friendship

    Four guys with fifty plus years of friendship, and retirement has finally reached us all. Although time has somewhat altered our physical appearance, and we all have our not so friendly aches and pains, time has not taken away our personalities which have remained the same. 

    When we get together the clock seems to be turned back. Our laughter isn’t different from when we were in our youth, but our disagreements are now settled much quicker because we get our answer for our queries, by a lady named Siri. 

    We may think we don’t show our age but that came to a quick stop. While attending a hockey game one night we were rudely reminded by a man who bellowed out, “Sit down old timer or I’ll knock your lights out!”



    At first we looked at each other and thought he must not mean one of us. It didn’t matter which one of us he picked out. It was not the fear of getting our lights knocked out that hurt, it was the echoing words “old timer” that gave us a scary chuckle. It made us wonder if his tactless  opinion he shouted out might be right. I don’t know when you crossover and become an older timer, but this might be the night.

    As long as I have friends, time will stand still if I desire. Friends are like having memories in a bank. As time goes by you can withdraw them and share the special moments in your life.

   True friendship never ends, it is only reinforced with time.