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Who Is That Pilot?            by Octo G. Enario

Who is this man at our retirement community gym? I see him working out each morning while I and my fellow seniors are doing our various exercise routines. What can I say about him? He is intensely disciplined as he goes through what can only be called his process, a progression like no one else’s in the room. What flexibility, what determination. Has this fellow been to Tibet, trained by monks, snacked on yak butter (yuk)?  He is very tall and must have been thought a demigod by the Buddhist gurus who taught him.

How can an occidental geezer like he be so flexible?

Over the months my curiosity grows and grows. On my 20-minute walk to the clubhouse each day, I speculate about his “story.” Let’s see, how would Sherlock Holmes do this? Sure, review the evidence. Hmm, he is tall, lean, well-toned, with a serious and authoritative aura. To retire to this upper middle-class community, he probably had a long career requiring a lot of sitting, the bad effects of which can only be countered by regular stretching and exercise. The answer becomes obvious—he is a retired pilot. Isn’t the nearby mega city, Atlanta, the HQ for one of the largest airlines in the world, Delta?

Feeling smugly comfortable with my discerning analysis, the next step is to engage him in conversation and get around to confirming my conclusion. But he has a somewhat intimidating air about him, as he seems really into his methodical routine, suggesting that fellow exercisers had best keep their distance.  Do I wait until he finishes his entire set, or do I interject as he changes stations? How do I start the conversation? I toy with hitting him with my brilliant conclusion, opening with, “I’ll bet you were an airline pilot?”  I could then glow in my insightfulness as he answers in wonder, “How did you know? Amazing!” Another option is to just go up to him and introduce myself. Maybe there are even more options for breaking the ice? Over the weeks I work this dilemma to death. Should I, or shouldn’t I?  My walks to the gym are getting stressful.

This morning we are both working out, and I think about all my usual excuses for postponing action, cowardly trying to avoid any contact. At the end of my session I throw caution to the wind and comment directly to him about his extraordinary flexibility and his slow and disciplined stretching. I await his possible gruff, snobbish reply with trepidation, this former senior pilot of jumbo jets, responsible for on-board discipline and safety of hundreds. Has my scenario taken a life unto itself? 

To my astonishment, he replies in a friendly voice, saying how pleased he is that I took the time to speak with him. He puts out his hand and introduces himself. Wow! I think about all those wasted hours ruminating about this. What unnecessary apprehension.

No, he is not a pilot. As a youth his doctor told him that he had extraordinary flexibility. Then in college he had an exceptional and very talented coach with a PhD in calisthenics and physical therapy, who educated him on the benefits of regular exercise and proper stretching. The coach advised his students to do this one-hour exercise regularly throughout their lives. Apparently, my gym mate follows this advice assiduously, even into retirement.

With the ice broken, I blurt out that I had been trying to figure out the genesis of his uncommon routine over many, many weeks, thinking how to diplomatically initiate a dialogue.  Sheepishly I tell him about my jumbo-jet-pilot-with-the-bad-back theory.

He demurs, saying he too has a confession. I think, “A confession? This should be interesting.”  I listen silently, giving him full attention as he has more than piqued my interest.

He smiles as he says that he notices me walking to the clubhouse day after day, shouldering my accustomed blue back pack. He speculated about why I hauled it so religiously and what it might contain. Verging on obsession, he developed scenario after scenario in his head. He too pondered how to break the ice with me. He couldn’t just start with, “What do you carry in that darn bag?”  We both break out in smiles, realizing we were on parallel paths of curiosity over these past many weeks.

Thinking about how he wondered and wondered about the contents of my bag, I relate a story from my preteen years. This tale was in a popular 1950s comic book called “Tales from the Crypt,” specializing in eerie stories. It went something like this:

There once was a medieval village where lived a short grotesque looking man who was the gossip of the hamlet. He was a loner who traveled daily along the dusty main road from his home deep in the woods, through the village center, and back the other way a few hours later. He never uttered a word to anyone. On every round trip he carried a straw basket perched on his right shoulder, his right hand atop the lid, holding his burden in place. Never was he seen without it. The routine went on no matter the season, no matter the weather.

Such a mystery!

Children would run for the safety of their mothers’ skirts when he was sighted. Speculation as to the contents of the basket increased and intensified as the years went by. The village became obsessed with the daily inscrutable passer-by. Most said he was evil, some that he was a town menace, and all burned with curiosity about that infernal basket. What in heaven’s name could be in it?

The village folk started to lose all interest in their daily duties, so caught up with the basket obsession. This called for action by the village elders. To get things back to normal it was decided to confront the basket carrier on his trip the next day.

The next morning all work was forgotten as the townsfolk obsessed about the daily intruder. People demanded that he must be accosted and questioned. What the heck was he carrying in his basket? Others cried, “Drive him out of our village forever.” Another fast-growing faction was demanding his execution, reacting to fear as well as curiosity.

Around noon the grotesque figure came trudging through the village as usual. He ignored the unexpectedly large crowd forming a menacing gauntlet on both sides of the road. As he reached the town center, a rock arced through the air, smashing into his head, causing a trickle of blood to drip down his hair. He hesitated and groaned quietly but immediately resumed his plodding pace.

Infuriated by his stoical reaction, the villagers began hurling more and larger stones at the daily intruder. The townsfolk seemed to want to cleanse their home of this evil, fearsome intruder once and for all. The collective onslaught of  fists pounding and boots kicking had its cumulative, yes, fatal effect. The stranger fell silent in the center of the road, never to get up again. The crowd cheered wildly, their fear and angst dissipated at last. Ever so gradually the mood changed. Shoulders slumped, heads bowed, and neighbors could not bear to look in neighbors’ eyes. What had they done?     

One burly man seemingly unaffected by the gruesome execution pierced the hush with a shout of, “The basket, the basket. Look in the basket.” The throng awakened with renewed purpose and edged toward the lifeless, bleeding body, with the chief elder being gently pushed to the lead.

Reaching the stranger’s corpse, the elder looked around, signaling he wanted silence. All complied immediately. Eyes watched as he bent over the dead body and unhitched the lid of the basket. Looking in, he gasped in astonishment. All shouted, “What is it? What in God’s name is it?” 

The elder stood up slowly, holding a bottomless basket. There on the ground was the mystery disclosed. It was another head. This unfortunate stranger was a freak of nature, born with two identical heads. This victim needed not derision but kindness and understanding. The little village was never the same again. My new gym buddy got the irony of the story. We both smiled.  As I walked away, he hesitantly asked, “So, what do you carry in the back pack?  I smiled devilishly and just walked away letting the question hang there in my ethereal wake.          

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Home for the Holidays at a Del Webb Community!

One of the things we like about living in a Del Webb Active Adult Community is the Holiday dinners, potlucks, and individual holiday parties! Also the special holiday community events.

We signed up to go to the community Thanksgiving dinner at the clubhouse, just like we did last year.  The clubhouse is set up with tables of 8 and the entire grand ballroom will be filled with people enjoying the fellowship and food on Thanksgiving day. They invite you to decorate your table if you wish. For a small fee, the community provides wonderful turkey and we all bring a dish. The food was excellent last year!

Our friends Larry and Dottie will be at our table and so will 4 other people. It’s a good way to meet your community neighbors.

Many people may not be able to be with their families for the holidays. We didn’t have kids ourselves and went to Mary Ann’s mother’s house for many years, then to our nephew’s house on occasion and to our friends home a few times too.  But staying home with our community family is a delight, after not staying home for so many years.

Thanksgiving only starts off the holiday party season. Then we have a holiday party for our street, an Overlook section holiday party and a couple of community holiday parties at the clubhouse. Then last year we were lucky enough to get invited to 2 or 3 holiday parties at homes of our community neighbors.

Many seniors can feel isolated or left out during the holidays but in a community like this, there is no reason to feel like that at all.  It is something to look forward to and celebrate.

I still plan to drive over to Athens Georgia and have a meal with my two brothers. It is still important to keep in touch with our families but it is just nice to have an option of our own,  of spending some holiday time with our Deaton Creek family.

Also see my prior post: An Age To Be Grateful Not Just on Thanksgiving

More Holiday Activities

Many residents have family and friends over for a day or several days during the holidays. It’s ideal because they can go for a walk on our community’s many sidewalks or nine miles of wooded walking trails. Many families with members of all ages like to play bocce on our four bocce courts. For some reason, teenagers love to learn how to play pickleball and are quite good at it. Small grand kids can play at the grand kids playground or splash around in our indoor pool.

The community has special family events like the Spring Family Fish Day, holiday cookie exchange, build a gingerbread house day, meet Santa day, and the annual Easter egg hunt. For residents holiday special events include the huge New Year Eve party at the clubhouse with a band, the Saint Patty Day’s party, Valentine Dinner and Dance,  Fourth of July Pool Party, Pet Parade, End of Summer Dance, Veterans Day ceremony, and the rocking Halloween Costume Dance Party. There are holiday trips also like the Christmas at Greenbriar, Country Christmas in Nashville  and a trip to the Biltmore House in Asheville at Christmas.

Mary Ann and I feel grateful to have found our home at Village at Deaton Creek. We love the lifestyle and our family of friends right here in our own community.

THU, NOV 24, 1PM
For those of us at Deaton Creek unable to be with
family for the Holiday, we will once again have our very
own Deaton Creek Family Dinner! VDC will supply all
the turkey and the rest of all the traditional fixin’s will
come from all of you who attend, Pot-Luck style!
When you get your ticket for this event, let us know
what you plan to bring (Mashed Potatoes? Veggies? Dressing? Gravy? Rolls? Pumpkin Pie? Salad?) so we will know all the traditional (and some untraditional) goodies are available for a real Thanksgiving
Nobody should ever spend the Holiday alone, so please
encourage the friends and neighbors you know who
will not be with family, to attend this annual event. And
PLEASE, make enough food for 10-15 or more
people for the potluck. This will ensure a terrific
Thanksgiving Feast! If you are unable to make any-
thing, please still attend! If you need any assistance at
all, including transportation, just let us know. We will
get you here and home safely. You can also decorate
your table and bring your own dishes and silverware,
any time after 4pm on Wed, Nov 23, and be sure to let
the Front Desk know. If you are single, you may bring
one guest with you. Tickets are now on sale for $6.