The countdown continues

Monday – January 25, 2010 4:07pm CST
Five days from the 42nd anniversary of my birth.

In my time to date on this big blue marble, I’ve accomplished so very little of any significance. I’d always thought that I’d end up in history books of one sort or another; perhaps for some contribution to society or literature or perhaps simply as an entry in a Rock and Roll Encyclopedia of some sort. So far, I’m woefully insignificant. I don’t think I’d like to be noted for any sort of infamy, I do have a legacy of sorts to maintain for the sake of my son.

It kind of bothers me my family name will die out with me. As you may or may not know, my son’s family name is that of his adoptive father, not mine (tho’ he’s been loathe to use it at times). I wonder if my own father thinks about the fact that the last ‘Shots are all living now with no prospects of progeny other than genetic.

I suppose in a world of about 6.6B people, I suppose it’s the pinnacle of hubris to think that I may have been more noteworthy than anyone else. But it does bother me.