My Uncle Gus on Aging

Was He Right? Well… Yes and No

They’re both gone now, but for a time my aunt and uncle — brother and sister — shared an apartment in Hollywood, Florida. They were both in their 80s, and were my father’s older siblings.

I remember the time my Aunt Dorothy confessed to me, “I’ve lived here for 30 years and I’ve never been to the beach.”

“Aunt Dot, have you ever wanted to go to the beach?” I asked.

“No, not really.”

“Then don’t worry about it. If you had wanted to go to the beach but never did, then I’d be concerned. But no worries.”

Aunt Dorothy. Photo by author

I was attending trade school in Tampa at the time, but always managed to make the 270-mile journey to Hollywood every other week. One trip, my father was there, whom I hadn’t seen in a couple of years, so that was an added bonus.

My father. Photo by author

Every day, right at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, Uncle Gus would return from his daily golf game.

“Ooohhh,” he would moan. “It hurts to get old! Don’t ever grow old!”

At first, I commiserated with him, but as time went by I got wise to his tricks. The next time he…