Point & Click
Just when you think youve learned one of lifes lessons, well, sometimes you need to turn around and learn it again. As you may or may not know, Ive been toying with the concept of impermanence lately. Even though we as a culture are bound and determined to believe that everything is solid as a rock all around us all the time, the fact remains that nothing lasts forever, and essentially, were dust in the wind. Ask the people on the Gulf Coast whove lost everything they ever owned. Theyve learned that lesson up close and personal, more so than any of us can imagine. I thought I was getting a pretty good handle on that lesson until Monday, when I discovered I still had a tiny bit of fine-tuning to do. It all came down to the windshield. For some reason, it seems that the windshield on my car is a magnet for little rocks and pebbles to come along at break-neck speed and POP! ding my glass. Every time Id get a new ding, Id go to one of those chip repair places and get it sealed up so it wouldnt splinter across my line of vision. Finally, I guess, the old windshield couldnt take it anymore, and one night recently it just started to splinter a splinter that wouldnt stop. My windshield was done. I called the windshield repair guy, and he even came to the house and replaced it for me last Friday. What heaven it was to look through the clear, spotless glass. I tooled around all weekend, feeling like someone whod just had new lenses put in her glasses. All that came to an end this past Monday. I was driving along, minding my own business, listening to Dire Straits rendition of Mary Chapin Carpenters song, The Bug. It goes something like this:Sometimes you’re the windshieldSometimes you’re the bugSometimes it all comes togetherSometimes you’re a fool in loveSometimes you’re the Louisville sluggerSometimes you’re the ballSometimes it all comes togetherSometimes you’re going to lose it allSuddenly, out of nowhere, it rocketed towards me: a tiny little fleck of a pebble headed right for my brand new, sparkling clear, expensive windshield. POCK! It landed in the lower left-hand corner of the drivers side. Sometimes youre the windshield indeed. So, as I continued motoring down the highway, I smiled and shook my head as I thought again about the fact that nothing is permanent. And as I gazed with wonder at my newly inaugurated, 4-day old windshield, I turned up Dire Straits as loud as I could.Carrie Click is the editor and general manager of The Citizen Telegram in Rifle. Shes supporting all sorts of human and animal rescue efforts to help those hit by the Gulf Coast hurricanes.
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