The Cure For Midlife Crisis

Ron Nagasawa
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Wednesday - September 05, 2007
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I looked in the mirror while shaving this morning and contemplated my upcoming 49th birthday. While it’s not the big 5-0, I’m still having trouble coming to grips with the fact that I’ve hit the age when I’ve officially become my father.

Not that this is a bad thing, because my dad was a pretty cool guy, but just in general as chronologically I am about to hit the age when as a kid, I thought of the late forties as over-the-hill. It can be argued that today, the forties are the new thirties but I have to be realistic.

As the employees and my staff at MidWeek seem to be getting younger and younger, I’m starting to hear all those old age innuendos which are admittedly pretty funny but only if you’re casting them on someone older than yourself.

And, yes, I’ve pushed the midlife crisis panic button, big time. I bought a Porsche. Not that I can really afford it, but I’d rather be driving one now than regret not having bought one as I drive my grandchildren around in a minivan.

Not to worry as I’ve kept my black Dodge Ram truck, which I will never give up. We’ve been through too much together although I’m going to ease off her as I break in the new sports car. My wife was OK with me getting the car as it prevented me from buying a Harley as the lesser of two evils.

Does driving a Porsche make one feel younger and more desirable to the opposite sex? As I drove it in to work, I was feeling a bit like Steve McQueen. I had my sunglasses on and the stereo blaring.

Other drivers seemed to be admiring my ride as they popped their horn or waved at me as they passed by. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that I was next to a new Mercedes sports sedan. The windows were tinted, but I could make out that there was a woman driving.

By the way she kept gunning her engine and edging up to my car, it was as though she was trying to get my attention. I smiled to myself thinking that it was a hottie who wanted to race. Suddenly my cell phone went off and I hit the loudspeaker to answer it.

The woman next to me was calling. It was my wife’s friend and she was frantically trying to tell me that I left my briefcase on top of my car. As I opened my window and reached up, it was a small miracle that it was still there. I flashed her a thumbs up sign and she sped away.

I guess driving a Porsche doesn’t make you Steve McQueen, especially when Mr. Bean is behind the wheel.


D. Frampton, a BYU-Hawaii English instructor, sent in a site that is a book club resource which encourages boys to read. It offers in-depth book club and literary circle outlines, which are activity packed and full of rewarding incentive games to help boys who are slow readers, have limited vocabulary, poor fluency and shorter attention spans:

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