Each week on this page, The Mirror asks a local citizen five questions. It makes fun reading to hear someone else's views.
For years, we asked the same questions of a local employee. Most recently, we visited schools and interviewed children. Since the children are out of school for the summer, I am happy to point out that we will spend the summer talking to senior citizens. I don't know if it's because I'm getting older or because seniors are getting more active, but I can't help but notice there are so many of them involved in so many activities.
Today's senior citizens seem to be using their extra time to make a difference in the world in which they live. I'm honestly humbled by all the projects I see them involved in. And I look forward to the summer editions of The Mirror to read what they have done, are doing and plan to do. My only regret is that the gray box is so small, because I'm sure each one could fill an entire page with their story.
As I mentioned previously, I'm getting older.
Which means I recognize more names in the obituaries these days.
There, I again see the many accomplishments of peoples' lives. And even though they aren't present to enjoy it, most funerals are a reflection of those lives and fit their personalities. Those who plan their own funerals in advance make the situation easier for the family, I'm sure. And I know everyone will think I'm strange, but I've started making plans for my own funeral. (Note to my mother: I am remaining true to my procrastinating tendencies and plan to put off the event indefinitely.)
All my life, I have been told that I am going to be late to my own funeral. In my interment pre-planning, I am going to make arrangements with the director to have my remains brought in 23 minutes late. (That way I'll still be later than the other late-comers.) By then, there won't be any sense in making drastic lifestyle changes anyway.
One person who made special plans for his body after death is Frederic J. Baur.
I read this week on the internet that Mr. Baur is the man who created the Pringles potato chip cans. He was so proud of this fact that he requested his ashes be buried in one of his iconic cans. He died May 4 at the age of 89. His ashes are now resting in peace in a Pringles can.
While it was a novel idea for him, it certainly ruined things for me. I love Pringles.
But from now on, that can will never be the same. I think I'll just let them rest... in peace.