Hawthorne Press Tribune
Herald Publications - El Segundo, Hawthorne, Lawndale & Inglewood Community Newspapers Since 1911 - (310) 322-1830 - Vol. 63, No. 19 - May 13, 2021
The Weekly Newspaper of Hawthorne
Hawthorne Community Visits Police
Department’s Neighborhood Substation
Thank you to our neighbors and friends for coming out to Memorial Park yesterday and hanging out with the Hawthorne Police at their RV Trailer. They had a ton of fun and can’t wait to see you all at the next one. Stay tuned for the future dates. Photo courtesy Hawthorne
Police Department.
Huber’s Hiccups
News for the City of Good
Neighbors from an Old Guy
named Norb Huber
Age, Friends, After Life
and All of That Stuff
I turned 66 this past Saturday and
I had over 220 “FB friends” wish
me a happy birthday. Do I know all
of these “so called friends”? No,
but it is nice to receive so many
greetings. Age is just a number. Do I feel old?
No. Our bodies tell us how old we are. Every
day we decide our age by how we feel. Some
days I feel all of 66, on other days I feel and
act 33 years young. Do I feel like I’m “over
the hill”? No. For some of us, we are afraid
of growing old. We don’t ever want to face
the day when we cannot drive a car, or the
day we cannot live independently any longer.
Ultimately, we are afraid of death. No matter
how strong our faith is, death has a certain
uncertainty to it. Yes, I know for certain that I
will in heaven with my Lord and Savior when
I die. Even with that certainty, this earthly life
is all that we have known, transitioning to an
after life is some thing new and different. We
all have attended a funeral and death strikes us
as being so very final. Our loved one is here
one day and then the very next day, gone.
We say to ourselves that we will never have
the opportunity to talk or laugh or hug one
another again in this life. We leave
the funeral with this feeling that
life is so short. We leave saying
that we want to value every day,
every activity, or every opportunity
to love each other before it’s too
late. When playing golf, we take it
“one shot at a time”. The same is
true in life, we have to take each
day, one day at a time. I really don’t
know when this column is going to
die. Maybe it will be sudden, I will just stop
writing. Maybe this junk will slowly die off.
Maybe I will run out of new topics to write
about. Who knows? I take this stuff, one column
at a time. We can be certain that God knows
the future. He knows how much time we have
left. He knows when I should stop writing this
rumbling. All I know is that life goes a lot
smoother when we put our trust in God, we
relax, and we enjoy having a cold drink. My
dear loyal readers, I wish I could press a button
and have all of our problems disappear. I wish
I could call up my mom who is in heaven and
tell her how much I love her on Mothers Day.
Life goes on. We are called to live today and
love those around us. Don’t miss out friends.
Don’t miss the opportunity to give your
love away today. Tomorrow might be too late.
– Hurry, tell me to stop or tell me
to continue writing today at:
norbhuber@gmail.com •
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