
We moved again in Buffalo in 1988 and 2003. Each time the lion moved with us. In 2003 I was 54 but I could still shift that sucker and put it on its plinth. In 2009 we moved to Kentucky. I have to admit that this 60-year-old Andy was having trouble but was unwilling to admit it. The Alfa was long gone of course (some species of Taurus had supplanted it) and I did the guy thing. I was 65 when we moved to Columbia MO and that lion is still on our porch. He sometimes wears a witch hat or a Santa Claus topper. In Louisville on Derby Day he might be outfitted with a fancy flowery thing; or at least the best I can do.
Now I’m 69 next month; and the woman I loved then I still love. Next week we move back to Louisville to be near the most tangible product of that love. But how do I tell her I can’t shift that #$%^&*( lion any more? I tried today - she was out, so I tried to move it and she wouldn’t see if I failed. I think concrete must absorb moisture from the atmosphere.
We are throwing stuff out. Life’s accumulations are unimportant beyond a certain age and have to be stripped away. If I put this on Craig’s list maybe some strapping young man will take it for his lady. I won’t warn him that it gets heavier as the years pass.