After a half century in the communications consulting business (and writing a newspaper column for over 30 years), Charles Reilly offers our clients and friends some reflections based on the lessons of his life. We hope they will be of value to you, and sometimes make you smile along the way.
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Monday, October 14, 2013
You Can't Go Back
friend asked me if I ever plan to return to my old neighborhood, which in my
case means either Darien, Connecticut, or the Main Line of Philadelphia.My answer was “No, I can't go back because it
isn't there anymore.”
true you know. Those happy memories I hold are mine alone.I am happy to have them plus, and
importantly, no one can take them away from me. But in reality those yesterdays
are long gone along with many of the men and women who created the memories
with me. The sites and the sounds are gone as well. “Enhancements”
“improvements” and tall towers have replaced the cozy neighborhoods that made
up so many yesteryears for our gang. Bigger is not necessarily better.
goes on, dear reader.Neither thee nor
me can stop the treadmill to oblivion that is nature's way. Best to live in the
present, cherish the past and hedge our bets hoping that Washington, D.C. won't
make it any worse than they already have.
is not doom and gloom however. We just have to dig deeper to find our everyday
gold. It's still there. Dig on. Stay with me for few more paragraphs while I
try to make my case. When I was born back in the middle ages, Calvin Coolidge
was President of these United States.“Silent Cal” was more or less famous for not being famous.He was followed by a lineup of men who were
good, so-so or not very good at all. But we made it through the changes in
Washington because we married, raised families and saw yet another generation
dance down the very same yellow brick road.
yes, it pains me to see supposedly grown up men and women seemingly incapable
of working out sensible solutions for our beloved (and their beloved) country.
I have written to my representatives expressing my dismay. I will express my
chagrin at the ballot box.And in the
meantime, my check will not be in the mail. On the other hand my lovely
granddaughter, Brooke, is marrying Noah, a very nice gentleman next week.
gold of love, laughter and sunshine is still there to be found. And when we
gather it up, let's appreciate our blessings in the here and now.