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McKibbin’s Scribblin’s: Hats and robes tell me time moves on

Mike McKibbin
McKibbin’s Scribblin’s
Mike McKibbin
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Old Time, in whose banks we deposit our notes

Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;

He keeps all his customers still in arrears

By lending them minutes and charging them years.

~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Birthdays and anniversaries are the way most people note the passage of time. Another year older, hopefully another year wiser.

In recent years, I’ve noted the fact that another year has zoomed by when it’s time for high school graduations. And today is the last day of school in these parts, too.

There’s the greening of the lawns and gardens, the annual spring clean up that a lot of folks in Rifle take advantage of and put some of the weirdest stuff out on the street. A house on my block put out this huge plaster volcano that a child obviously made for a school project. It had a hole in it and you could see it looked like someone knew what they were doing, with wood and chicken fence supports. (I also think many people exceed the five cubic yards limit, but I digress…)

Back to graduation time. I always recall my high school graduation as an exciting time. I remember getting so anxious about what I might do next that I started to physically shake that night. Or maybe it was because I hadn’t eaten much that day. But I was looking forward to what came next for a young adult back in the day.

As I watched the 138 seniors at Rifle High School get their diplomas on Saturday, I wondered if they felt the same things I did way back when. I imagine they did. A lot has changed in the 30+ years that have passed, but we still send young people out into the world with pride, hope and a little trepidation.

From what I read, one thing that’s changed is how expensive a college education is these days. I did have loans to repay after college, but they weren’t nearly as daunting as I read about today.

Then there’s the job market. No one guaranteed me a job after graduation, but it didn’t seem to be such a big worry it is now. If you learned your skills in the field you wanted to work in, chances are you’d find a job in that field. Now, we all read and hear about someone with a PhD serving coffee at a Starbucks.

The world has changed and will always change. It’s one of life’s constants, just like the passing of time. One week you have snow on the ground, the next week everything is green and growing. Your child is born, goes to kindergarten and the next thing you know, they’re wearing those heavy robes and square hats, then they’re headed off to college or to back pack across Europe.

No one knows exactly what lies ahead of them tomorrow, let alone the rest of their lives. Twists and turns abound, many of them not what people like to see. But you hopefully learn from the good and bad that happens and learn to live your life anyway.

Then, before you know it, the cycle repeats again. The trees will loose their leaves, the grass turns brown, flowers wilt and birds fly south. But, in what seems a blink of an eye, the air warms up again, ice and snow melt away, the first signs of spring arrive.

And then it’ll be time for another class to put on their robes and hats.

Another year will have passed.

Who forces time is pushed back by time; who yields to time finds time on his side. ~The Talmud

Mike McKibbin is the editor of The Citizen Telegram.


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