Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks.

The Times of My Life

Who is Paul Anka? My guess is that I’ve stumped my “under age 40 or 50” readers while my generational peer group may be wondering why I evoked a name from their musical past.  For the benefit of non-members of the Greatest Generation or Baby Boomers,  Paul Anka was a teen pop singer in the 50’s and 60’s.  Unlike peers such as Fabian, Brenda Lee, and Connie Francis, Paul Anka aged and mellowed, and his career extended well into his middle years.  That fact, and one of his songs, led to the topic of today’s newsletter.

As my wife and I were enjoying a glass of wine the other night, we listened to one of our playlists.  It featured one of Anka’s songs, recorded many years after his first hits in his teen years.  The title,    “Times of Your Life” included the following lyrics:

Good Morning, yesterday.

            You wake up and time has slipped away,

            and suddenly it’s hard to find

            the dreams you left behind.

            Remember? Do you remember?


            The laughter and the tears

            The shadows of misty yesteryears

            The good times and the bad you’ve seen

            and all the others in between.

            Remember? Do you remember

            the times of your life?


Here’s a question to determine what your mental orientation may be:

Does your mind drift more toward the “good times or the bad?”  Why is that?  How does that influence your current life?  What can you do about the “bad,” regrettable moments?  Perhaps, make amends?


But let’s look at the more positive side: our joys.

I’m assuming that most, if not all, of our “good times” were shared with others.  Suggestion: Re-connect with some of those with whom you enjoyed those events.  Or simply revel over some of those happy moments with your current partner or family members.  Pick up the phone, write a note, or dig up that old friend via the “net” to remember one of those times of your life.


P.S.  If one of those times or memories involve either Anita or me, please connect with us about one of your favorite memories.  We’d love to hear from you!

We didn’t realize we were making memories. We just knew we were having fun