Heaven?

            What will I look like in Heaven?

            This is of course, presupposing that I make the cut.

            Even if you don’t believe in the concept of heaven, it’s an interesting thought exercise- especially if you consider it this way:

            My question is: Okay, I’m in Heaven. I’m walking around, minding my own business, when suddenly, I see a mirror.

            What do I see in that mirror?

            Do I see the 10 year old me with the Eisenhauer-era glasses?- The cheapest glasses available at the time, but don’t get me wrong, I was glad to be able to see.

            Do we see the me when, for a short time I wore my hair very long (and permed the entire thing- because I always wanted curly hair– dang…I’ve never told anyone that before…) Anyway…my hair was so long, and so permed that I looked like an extra from a movie about the French Reformation…That or some poodle in dire need of a trim.

            How about the “me” working in the desert, an integral part of the team taking very high end automotive photos- also the guy who- in the course of getting shots was once strapped to the roof of a van, doing 60+ mph on an oval racetrack in October in Ann Arbor Michigan, with a Peterbilt chasing us?

            Will I be the old bald dude with the waistline that’s doing a passable imitation of the ozone hole above the poles – large and getting larger & scarier, still -that I am now ?

            It sure won’t be the iteration of me in a three-piece and tie. I knew that job was doomed from day one!

            Or, maybe I’ll be “12”, but with the knowledge of the current me.

            Nah. That’d just be weird. I’ll be good looking enough to get in all kinds of “trouble”, but the older portion of me will know better, and I won’t. I’ll be boring!

            Will it be crowded there? I mean, think about it. How long have people been going to heaven? –Over how long a time? It’ll be some huge number too big to even contemplate now (maybe not too huge once we’re there, though I’d guess…or there’d be …repercussions).

            So will there be mass transit?  Since it’s heaven, I’d guess that the busses etc. would all run perfectly on time…And everyone would, of course be well –dressed.

            I’d guess that the Almighty wouldn’t consider that time in 1985 when I shaved my beard off for a year as representational of my “look”, so I’m not worried about looking like a fish that needs a shave for eternity, however this entire idea has kept me awake for more nights than I’d like to admit.  And, I’ll admit that it’s an interesting thing to contemplate…

            And, will we have jobs in heaven? I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I could handle sitting on a fabulous beach for all eternity. Heck, I can’t even handle that for a week in Hawaii!

            Yet, IF we have jobs, that means that we’ll have bosses. Now this is the part that – I think we all can agree here – would make heaven much less heavenly, and more like …the other place.

            Maybe instead of bosses…we’ll ALL be entrepreneurs. Which simply means that everyone in the world is potentially a boss- and a customer. So, nope. That probably won’t work either.

            Maybe there is no heaven or hell. Maybe we’re all just supposed to recycle. Maybe Tuesday’s recycle truck -it looks like a garbage truck, sounds like a garbage truck, – and Whoooo boy, it smells like a garbage truck, but it’s a “Recycling truck”!

            The way that it rolls through my neighborhood might be God’s way of getting us ready to be recycled ourselves.

            Maybe when we die, we just go to some central depot, (much like Grand Central Station, is my guess, only without the handguns) where we are given our ticket, told to have a seat, where they have issues of National Geographic that were old before I was born – the first time!

            – wait your turn – don’t push, don’t  push !

            – and eventually be sent back down to the only show in town, where I’ll be born again, have bad eyesight again, and end up with dorky glasses again.

            But, really… I’m in no actual hurry to obtain confirmation of any of my theories.