Tonawanda News — My boss at this publication, the Lou Grant of the place, is currently involved in an exercise in soul-searching, or maybe it’s just whining. Having recently achieved the age of 30, he is evidently taking it as an opportunity to ponder the mysteries of a life well-lived, and make the necessary course corrections, whatever and how many there may be.
I did the same thing at 30, and again at 40 and 50. Fifty was the most enjoyable and at the moment of hitting 60, I was having so much fun it did not occur to me to adjust much.
The most popular television program on earth, at the present time, is named “Top Gear,” a long-running British program wherein three men, roughly a decade apart in age, mess with cars, driving all over that sceptered isle and engaging in hijinks and lowjinks with the understanding they are of the people who brought the world Monty Python. It’s that kind of program (available in Ken-Ton on cable television), and like the old Benny Hill Show, makes no effort to remove the uniquely British aspects of its various presentations to make the show easier to understand.
To me, this is bringing it all back home. I was an Anglophile in my youth, a fan of anything English, and remain so. The Beatles. The Who. British accents, the variety of them. If the names Emma Peel and John Steed mean anything to you, you will understand how this sort of thing can warp a guy for life.
Those cars they drive out there; I bought a wreck of an Austin-Healey sports car, years ago, and with money, time, money, talent, money, energy and money, turned it into a wreck of an Austin-Healey.
When the urge to try it again overtakes me, I buy an English car magazine, browse through it and the feeling subsides.