I find myself fast approaching the age of maturity; in June I will turn 65. I am now paying the penalties of a youth well spent. Many adults bemoan the fact that ‘kids today’ spend all their time indoors playing games on the computer or x-box rather than outdoors. Had those toys been available when I was young I am certain I’d have done the same. They weren’t so I was always outside. I was fortunate to have a small ‘park’, complete with a pond for skating at the end of my street. My mom and dad also blessed me with six younger sisters. I was never at home.
Being a fair-skinned, freckle-faced kid with family roots in County Cork, Ireland, I developed skin cancer as a result of all that time spent outdoors. It is typical of we Irish to ignore a problem till it goes away. This one did not so I spent a few hours in surgery at Yale- New Haven Hospital having it corrected on Wednesday. When I went to work the next day I looked every bit as messed up as ‘The Joker” before he took his revenge on Gotham.
Moustache (which I had cultivated since 1974) gone, face swollen and distorted, a half grin, half sneer replaced my smile and a mound of gauze and tape adorned my left cheek. That’s what Trevor Gillies saw when he walked up and said “Hey, Big- Guy, get cut?”