Birthday Blah Blah Blog: Hitting The Wall
I'm having a birthday this month. A biggie. At this advanced age, early Alzheimer's may indeed be setting in. But I never had much of a memory, especially when it comes to childhood and family matters (perhaps a subconscious but intentional internal editing?). Nonetheless, a few things I’ll never forget. One is a comment made several years ago by a male in-law regarding a female relative. One of the family beauties, in fact. She, at the time, was probably somewhere in her mid to late 30’s, as lovely and sweet as the day she was born. He, on the other hand, carried no distinction, just one of the unillustrious m en who married into the family, mediocre and unextraordinary in every way. In a conversation with another male in-law, I overheard him say that my pretty cousin had “hit the wall.” I’d never heard this expression before and had no idea what it meant. As they continued discussing this observation, I asked the meaning of “hitting the wall.” Hesitant at fi...