A rocket’s arc, straight up and burned out by 27, emulating our heroes. Fame and fortune and luxurious self-indulgence, because 40 was unimaginable. Yet the fame never came, the fortune either, 40 is gone and now we stare 70 in the mirror and wonder: where did we go wrong?
Robert Carlberg retired as soon as he was able, and now spends his time not doing everything he does not want to do.
Powerful rhythm.
He’s 74, sitting in the Nephrologist’s waiting room & he reads this marvelous 50-worder, well-written by some youngster that hasn’t hit the 70 mark yet, and he smiles.