My mother used to say that aging is God’s way of evening things out. The rich, the famous, even the most powerful, in the end come to the realization this is one battle to prepare to lose. He was the king of Hollywood back in the 1950s, the star of numerous films and flashing incredible good looks that made one critic say that Curtis was the best looking male on the planet.īut as all of us mere mortals know only too well, nature has a way of ultimately turning all of us into Kermit the Frog and thus fighting the ravages of time. It was an experience being with him for a week.
Jamie Lee Curtis winning an Academy Award reminded me of the time when her father, Tony Curtis, exhibited his art at The Butler.
The Oklahoma Kid, the perfect athlete who wowed all of us in the 1950s and ’60s, battled alcoholism in a struggle that makes me wonder just how good he might have been without that millstone around his neck. 7 was fighting the bottle while he was hitting 500-foot home runs. Yet we’ve discovered over the past few years that the great No. I would have to say that if I could have been anyone in my past or future, it would have been Mickey, who also seemed to have it all, both on the ballfield and on the sidewalk. While I’ll never forget that feeling, I learned early on that I would never pitch for the Pirates or Guardians or cover center field where my childhood idol, Mickey Mantle, played to perfection. Long gone was that feeling that ballplayers experience when the sweet spot of the bat hits the ball squarely. My dream of one day being a professional baseball player was dashed when my high school success disappeared after graduation. With apologies to both Kermit the Frog and Prince Harry, a new version of Kermit’s identifying song might be, “It Ain’t Easy Being a Windsor.” Most of us would probably exchange with him in a nanosecond if asked if we’d like to walk a day in his royal loafers. Yet, his television interviews seem to reveal a fellow seeking contentment. He’s obviously rich, handsome and seemingly perfect in every conceivable way. But I think of Prince Harry, who seems to have it all yet appears to me as being not so happy. No one can ever accuse me of being a follower of England’s royal family, although I thought that Queen Elizabeth II was quite a lady. I have to admit to being jealous of those who – at least on the surface – are eternally optimistic, forever happy, good-looking, and very smart to boot. Naturally, folks like me wish that our foibles would somehow disappear and be replaced by those belonging to people who seem to be perfect in every way. I can’t help but think that certain people have been handed an easy time of it and others a rough time, to say the least.
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