Looking back, I count seven moments. Maybe you’ve had more or perhaps less. Less probably means more stability and focus, and more probably means the opposite. You may have flown out of control.
Moment 1: Youth. This is the period from birth to high school graduation. I did not enjoy this moment. I scarcely remember it.
High point: There was none.
Low point: I spent almost 18 years in this moment.
Moment 2: Military. Hard to believe or even to remember, but I once wore a uniform. Uncle Sam shipped me to California, and I maintained survival gear for the F-106 Delta Dart, an interceptor aircraft.
High points: I lived in California during surfin’ days, and I took a bus to San Francisco every possible weekend to look at pre-Hippie Beatniks.
Low point: As you might have guessed, I was pathetic military material.
Moment 3: First marriage. This lasted a bit over five years.
High points: I have a lovely daughter who is doing well these days. Plus, I managed to get a university degree.
Low points: Getting married. Getting divorced. Confusion.
Moment 4: Five single years. This period was devoted to wine, women and song.
High points: Wine, women and song — plus living in Puerto Rico.
Low point: There was none. Bottoms up! Cheers!
Moment 5: Second marriage. This period, which lasted just shy of an astounding 20 years, was a complete waste of time.
High point: She ended it.
Low points: From beginning to end, a shared train wreck.
Moment 6: Seven single years. This time was devoted to introspection and wondering where it had all gone wrong, plus a few mind-altering medicines.
High points: A three-month romance that shot me into the stars, showing me possibilities. I stopped drinking, and I quit working for a living.
Low point: Loneliness because three months of romance ain’t enough.
Moment 7: Third marriage. New nation. New nationality. New passport. New language. New wife. New attitude. New everything.
High points: Every day.
Low point: I’m getting old.