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“How gentle is the rain...”  The song is blasting on the car radio.  I can’t remember who sang it but I can remember exactly what I was doing over forty years ago when it played on the radio of my 1960 Falcon.


I’m speeding down San Vincente Blvd with four of my best friends, one in the front seat, three squished in the back, after spending a sun baked day at Sorrento Beach, after hours of flirting with cute teenage guys.  Transistor radios blaring into the warm air.  Baby oil sizzling on our skin.  Turning every fifteen minutes to keep our bodies directly in the sun, in those days when the sun wasn’t bad for you.

I’m speeding down San Vincente Blvd.  I’m not wearing shoes.  We‘re singing at the top of our lungs when in my rear view mirror I see a cop.  Like I said, I’ve been speeding.  He pulls me over and I’m sure I’m going to be double ticketed:  one for speeding, one for not wearing shoes while speeding.


I feel that moment now as if it were yesterday.  Seconds into the melody, my cell phone rings.  It’s one of the girlfriends from that San Vincente ride.  She’s practically crying from happiness, talking so fast I can hardly make out her words.  "Quick.  Turn on the radio.  K-Earth.  Guess what’s playing?"

Back then we giggled nervously as the cop pulled us to the side of the road. I pull over now because I can’t see through the tears streaming down my face.

Tears because so much time has passed since those carefree beach days?  Because I know I can’t go back to those days?  Or is it because after all these years I’m still very much in touch with those friends from those beach days and what could possibly be better?


Sure, we've changed throughout the years.  As teenagers, we talked about boys and college.  And then boys again.  Dreaming of life once we entered the "real world."

In our twenties, some of us started careers.  Some of us started families.  We talked about diapers, sleepless nights, and bosses that just didn't appreciate our worthiness.  And we did all this from our homes on land lines, since cell phones were still something from SciFi movies.

In our thirties, we yapped about our kids and spent endless hours on hard benches at sporting events.  Even more hours carpooling without the benefit of a phone to connect us to other adults.  We talked about staying in shape.  Panicked at the sigh of a grey hair and God forbid a wrinkle!

As we turned forty, our conversation turned to savings accounts, those for putting our kids through college and for future facelifts.  We cheered at the newly discovered "botox" treatment.  How fabulous to be able to get rid of wrinkles without going under the knife?      


As we leave our fifties we are using our saving accounts for weddings and those much needed facial treatments.  We chat about hot flashes and night sweats. Our aging parents and our grandchildren.    

Soon we will be forty again.  Isn't “sixty” the new forty?  Only this time around, we'll be talking about retirement.  Exactly what does that mean?  To retire.  I know that the way things are going, I may work until I'm one hundred.  

What will be talking about in the future?  Well, if we can remember, we'll probably be reminiscing about the past.  But whatever - the good thing is - we will still be talking to each other.  

Like I said before.  What could possibly be better?  


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      Tinaf wrote Sep 24, 2008
    • Janie, I am so enjoying your Then and Now posts, and this one was particularly clever.  And I can just see you and your friends (sticky with baby oil) screaming down San Vincente...we know better now, on a number of fronts, but still those memories are sweet.

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      Justjer wrote Sep 24, 2008
    • You’ve done it again, Janie...A really great read and trip down memory lane.

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      Sandyde wrote Sep 24, 2008
    • Janie, love your columns. This one has me thinking back to my “beach days” and how life hasn’t quite turned out the way we used to fantisize it would.

      Great job, as usual happy


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      Sylvia wrote Sep 24, 2008
    • How well I remember my beach days.  I met my husband on the
      beach, fell in love and married. Your story brought back
      my youth, my maturing and now “old age.” I loved every
      word of it. Thanks. Keep on writing these maravelous

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