Recently, however, there was a new twist to the soap opera. The Jersey girl was hospitalized with an aneurysm. Her brain was swelling so that the doctors had to remove half her skull. She has been in a coma for three weeks now. Of course, Jersey Boy has been distraught, fearing that his sometime wish to have her out of his life might really be granted.
The feeling of helplessness he's experiencing has expressed itself in the decision to have her name tattooed down his arm from shoulder to wrist. A friend who obviously knows the history of this on-again, off-again love affair posted on Facebook: "And nobody ever regretted a decision like that." I wonder if Jersey Boy even got it.
I have walked around this planet with my eyes and ears open long enough to have learned a few things, and here is one of them. You spend the first 18 years just growing up, going to school, rolling along to adulthood. Then, you spend from 18 to about 30 figuring out who you are and learning what not to do. This is also when you pair up with someone and pass on your genes to the next generation. From 30 to 50, though, is when you actually get your shit together. Your career is established, you accumulate assets, you realize your parents aren't going to live forever and you will step up to the plate, and you learn to take comfort in good friends, beautiful sunsets, and the fact that you have only put on an extra 15 pounds since your college days.
Now Jersey Boy is pushing 50, so it's beyond time to break the addiction to drama.