Today marks my 75th birthday, or as I like to put it, the commencement of my 76th year. This notion seems to drive my son Paul, known for his Colorado exploits, and Kathy, famed for her role as a bodyguard, up the wall.
I wonder if you share my sentiments as a senior reaching a significant birthday, or simply as an elder perplexed by health changes. For me, reaching 75 is a catalyst for a shift in perspective. It's not solely about reminiscing, as I've resolved not to begin every conversation with "I remember when," but also about contemplating the future.
The horizon for someone at 75 inevitably narrows. I can survey the grand scheme of things and transcend the trivial and predictable aspects of life to concentrate on what's genuinely significant. I'm poised to intensify my endeavors in those domains.
After all, recognizing life's finitude prods you into action. Gone are the days of idle dreaming and the 'one day I'll...' mentality, leaving blanks to be filled. Now is the time for action.
I do know that FridayMusings will continue for one more year. One more year of writing about a town that I first saw when we arrived at the Hines Park Motel, Room 14, December 28, 1959, from the first night we slept in our new home on Indiana Street, January 2, 1960.
There were only 17,534 residents of Livonia at the time.
I played center for the LJAL Blue Jays when I wanted to play quarterback. Pitching for the Yankees and got shelled in my first game, lasting 8 batters, and six walks, ice skating four blocks from home to Whitman Jr. High School after an ice storm, receiving my Eagle Scout at Troop 785 which met at Grant Elementary School.
I skipped school at Franklin High School for the first time ever. Ironically, it was the same day my mother, a member of the school board, decided to make her yearly visit to Franklin—something she did for every school annually. When the teachers inquired about "Bill's" well-being, I was busted.
I was selected and appointed as a Youth Ambassador to Venezuela with seven other Eagle Scouts one summer, and the following year, the same group spent three weeks camping at Philmont in New Mexico.
After joining the choir at Rosedale Gardens Presbyterian Church, I was advised after one rehearsal to seek another role within the church, as singing was not my forte.
At my first varsity swim meet for Franklin High School against Bentley High School, coached by Larry Joiner, there was a mix-up where people thought I was his son. I finished in last place, leaving me unsure who was more embarrassed—me for my performance or Mr. Joiner, who had to clarify that he was not my father.
During the peak of the Vietnam War, I was elected President of Lambda Chi Alpha at Central Michigan and became a leader in the college's anti-war movement. I resigned as President of LXA to freely continue my advocacy, leading to my brothers unanimously passing a resolution opposing the war in support of my stance.
After 25 years in Plymouth and three terms on the Wayne County Board of Commissioners, representing parts of Northville, Westland, all of Plymouth, Canton, Van Buren, Sumpter, Belleville, and Wayne, and serving 175,000 residents, I find myself reflecting on the past.
However, I am now shifting from a nostalgic lethargy to looking forward to the future.
My future is filled with the joy of witnessing the growth of Paul Joyner and his family—Raquel, Leo, and Maya. I'll share tales with Leo and Maya about their father's childhood antics and recount how their grandparents in Livonia contributed to the community by serving on the school board and the library commission, all for the love of their hometown.
I'll relish the travel adventures with the bodyguard as we discover more of Michigan, Georgia, and Colorado.
One more year remains. For those who encouraged me to continue, your support has triumphed. And for those who wished to see me go, I'm not done yet.
I am still out there collecting the riches of life and through Musings I have met hundreds of people and seen multiple transformations of a town I call home. All individually and collectively make me a wealthy man from everyone I have met and friendships that have shaped me.
See you every Monday, Wednesday, Friday for one more year. Stay in touch. I will.
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