|Mellow yellow-- no blues in the night.|
So I listen and learn what Dizzy Gillespie was like, how a billion dollar enterprise was conceived, a mean politico's hopes for the country in his lean youth, how a farmer sold his own future to send a son through grad school, Japayuki travails, how MacArthur posed Leyte beach shots, the joy of dreams fulfilled, the lingering wonder over a beloved. Lives well-lived, ends similarly so. Then there are the stingers, sadder than any disaster dealt by fate: the lives filled with regret. Unfaithfulness, abandonment, paths not taken, promises broken, what-ifs & should-have beens. The willful sacrifice and irredeemable loss of that something they never knew.
Man! While we are young & stupid, we roll our eyes & close our minds to such tales. Lately, this job has me reading regret like the Surgeon General's warning on a pack of smokes.