Anyone catch the Andy Griffith reunion show on TV last night?
I used to watch that show as a little kid, and thought it was great. It was always a “feel good” kind of show that usually ended with a moral that you could relate to.
And, unlike today, no violence, no murders, no sexual inuendos, just good old fashioned family entertainment.
They showed clips of a bunch of classic episodes that really brought back the memories of when I first watched them.
But what got to me was looking at Andy, Barnie, Gomer, Goober, as they are today. Damn! Hunched over, wrinkled, frail - hell Don Knotts seemed so unresponsive…
I mean, the cycle of life dictates that we all come into this world as infants and progress through life until we’re old and frail and then…we die.
But it stirs something inside of me to see the change that seems so dramatic when you haven’t seen someone for a long time. It’s almost like, “What’s up with this, God? I didn’t ask to be brought here, but now I’m really kinda diggin’ it, and now I deteriorate, gradually lose my faculties, and then die? What’s up with that?”
I understand it’s life, but what the hell is up with a life expectancy of seventy-some years when this earth has been around a few billion?