Monthly Archives: May 2017


          I saw Dudley at the gas station this morning and he made a comment that stuck with me. He said: “You look different, today. What’s up?” Well, what was “up” was that hadn’t had time for my morning wash-and-fold cleaning. I just rushed out the door with a hat (I hate hats and “never” wear them) on my head to cover the “bed head”. But what struck me about what Dud said was that we tend to think of people as being and looking as we last saw them.

          Two days ago, for example, my wife motioned to me in the grocery store to come over and see the person she was talking to: It was a very old man with what appeared to be his daughter, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out who he might be. It turned out he was her former doctor, a man I saw quite often at my place of work and at his office over a period of at least 30 years. But he had aged severely since I’d seen him last (probably 10 years), and he’d gone from a very young looking 60-something to a very old and withered 70-something… and he hadn’t checked in with me so that I could keep up with the changes.

          I know I’m stating the obvious, here, but a look at this morning’s obits brought all of this home to me. For about 2 1/2 years I delivered prescriptions for a local chain pharmacy store, and not 1 but 2 of my former customers were listed there. Now, common sense says that people using the delivery services of a pharmacy, especially those who are older and taking large numbers of prescriptions (as these two were when I knew them), can probably be expected to fall off their respective perches sooner or later.

          I guess what’s jolted me about this is that until this morning they were (in my mind) just two nicer elderly people who had their problems but were active and even spry in their own ways. Now they’re dead, and I didn’t expect to see their names in the obituaries yet. Just as I’d never have connected that rather shriveled old man with a guy I’d considered a contemporary. And before you ask: NO. I do not recognize that fat, wrinkled (though kind of handsome) old fart who lives in my bathroom mirror and watches me comb my hair, wash, etc… He must be lonely or nosy or something.

          I know none of this is news to anyone, nor is it an epiphany of any sort for me. It’s just that understanding all this doesn’t prevent it from startling you when you see a name in the paper or see an old friend after years or look in a mirror. The fact that what we see isn’t what we wanted to see is, I suppose, just the nature of the universe. The trick is to be willing to see it anyway.


vince katarzynski

It’s Kflembeauski Time

          No, folks, that’s not a strange, eastern European way of saying “Miller Time”. I guess the only way to explain it is a brief history lesson: Back in 2006 I was wrestling with a typically parental problem. One son had long since moved his family out of the area for professional reasons. A second son was making comments about moving, and a couple of grandchildren were talking about college and beyond. My family was spreading away from me, and for well-justified reasons that I had no right to challenge.

          And all of this left me searching for a way to hang on – at least once-a-year – to those I was losing. Sure, visiting was always in the plans, and trips are constantly in the works. But there needed to be (HAD to be in my mind) a way to get all of us together as a group. We needed a draw that made all return to a single spot at the same time  for a truly “family” moment each year. What I decided on was a golf outing – well, more than that, a must attend golf function. We would hold an annual “Championship of the Universe” ( open to any family member and any alien life for able to control and utilize human golf equipment) under the direction and supervision of our own golf association.

          And with that decision we formed the KFBGA: An association named for myself (Katarzynski), my children’s last name (Fleming) and my daughter and her boys (Beaumont), hence “The KFBGA” Our trophy, then. would be named by a combination of the member names: The Kflembeauski Cup, with a silent K.

          Now, the reason all this is important right now is that this is May. Summer plans and vacations are already filling calendars, and we have yet to pick a date for this year’s competition. I realize that most of my readers are KFBGA members, but they also need reminders that time is short. We have eligible participants living in Pittsburgh, Pa., Sylvania and Findley , Oh., Simpsonville, S.C., and soon in Seattle, Wa. We must somehow coordinate schedules and pick a location and date for the championship, which is usually contested in late July or early August.

          I admit I’ve seen each of the people involved this year, but the group is a different thing. The way we interact as a whole, the way our relationships blossom and renew each time we’re all together: That is why there’s a Kflembeauski Cup each year and that is why time is of the essence. I know full well that many readers have families that are far apart and have successfully kept in touch, but “in touch” simply won’t do it for this group. To this young family that lost a father much too soon in life, and for me, the second “dad” to show up, only the group being together, with kids and grandkids and now great grandkids all at once can fill the need.

          It is, indeed, Kflembeauski time.


Vince Katarzynski