The Boys at 60

There’s something about turning a decade older that gives one pause. It is a time for reflection, taking stock of where you’ve been and where you hope to go. This feels particularly true as I and a group of lifelong friends move into our sixth decade.

We’ve been together since boyhood and have walked with one another through times both joyous and hard. Richard Rohr in his book ‘Falling Upward: Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life’, writes that in the first half of life we focus on our identity: Who am I? What am I good at? Where am I going? Who will go with me?

But by the second half of life we’ve experienced how fragile life can be. We’ve lost loved ones, made mistakes, dealt with health issues, had our hearts broken. Rohr writes that such painful moments raise questions we’d otherwise not ask, and offer insights we’d otherwise not have. By the second half of life we ask different questions: What do I really value? What do I truly believe in (not what others tell me)? Where do I belong?

The answers don’t come easy. Yet the insights gleaned are ours alone to claim.

My life is graced with good friends. This past week six of us gathered for our annual ski trip to Loon Mountain, NH (known as Loonapalooza). We are growing old(er) together. Each year we ski, laugh (a lot), drink (a lot), eat (a lot). And sometimes we are serious together. We’ve added the ritual of raising a glass to our great friend Larry, whom cancer took from us two years ago.

Boys of Loonapalooza

There’s a wonderful saying that ‘when we laugh, we grow younger’. On our annual ski trip (for a time) we grow younger. That’s a gift that paradoxically comes with age. To each of my friends who are turning 60 with me this year (pictured left to right: Rob, me, Frank, Dave, Clyde, Tom), I say: ‘Happy birthday. Thank you for the gift of your friendship.’ Can’t think of a better group of guys to get older with.

High School Reunion and the Art of Growing Younger

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Friday my high school class gathered. It was our 40th reunion and having recently moved back to the area I was savoring the chance to reconnect.

A group of seven friends, all men gathered prior to the reunion for a ‘beverage of choice’. Our wives had been largely uninterested in accompanying us and truth be told it was a time for the ‘boy’ in each of us to play.

In deference to our growing up in Rhode Island we hoisted a Narragansett Beer and toasted our friendship. We remembered our great friend Larry who succumbed to cancer a year ago and who was with us in spirit. We looked around our circle and gave thanks for the gift of being together.

At this age we no longer have much to prove, to ourselves or others. Several of us have stayed close friends over the years, we’ve attended each others wedding, laid to rest parents, celebrated births and watched each others children grow up. We’ve walked with each other through health issues and a few divorces.

We’ve lived long enough to know that friendship, particularly those with some mileage on the odometer are not to be taken for granted. So we toasted each other, re-told old stories and made plans for future adventures.

In one of my favorite films, ‘Waking Ned Devine’, two elderly men are looking back on their friendship, one character named Jackie says: “When we laughed together we grew younger.” On the night of our reunion we toasted one another and marveled at how quickly the years have gone. We shared hopes and plans for the next chapter in our lives. And as we laughed together we watched an amazing transformation, at least for a moment, we grew younger.