What? Me Jealous? Sheesh

When teenage adolescence arrived without much prior notice, I suddenly took notice.  I noticed many things I did not have.  I noticed that I did not have a motor scooter, a red Cushman in fact, that some of my friends had.  I was jealous of them but not of it.  Later, I noticed a brand spanking new Chevy Corvette, 1953 model,  white with red interior.  That was easily the neatest car I ever saw.  Might still be.  I envied the owner.  He had a good job, bought it right out of college, and boy did I like his car.

But I had things too.  I had a Harvey Kuenn model Wilson baseball glove.  It was the best glove in the world, just ask me.  It was better than the Nellie Fox model even though it cost 5 dollars more than mine. So there, be jealous of my glove, ha!

In 1969 I got my Corvette to eliminate that envy that hung around for sixteen years. But it’s gone now.  I never got the scooter.  The desire is gone now.

Now, that time has gone by and so many things came about that I could not have, I realize that I never needed them in the first place.  I have a fine family, children, and the most lovable grand children anywhere. So any envy or jealousy I have had has been at least equalized if not exceeded by the rest of life. Things come and go.  Relationships live on and on.