Even though I don’t feel any older the devil has a
way of enticing us to dance. Having led a wilder life
than some friends would ask if I could change
anything would I? No. It all happened for a reason
and there is more to do.
But I have found out something I didn’t know. Next
April I’ll turn 65 and although it’s no big deal
personally it appears I’ve become popular again.
I get more mail than the wife now from people
wanting to test my hearing, fix my eyesight, help me
eliminate the confusion of social security and
Medicare, and get my medicines at a lower cost.
What a great country we live in to have all these
people concerned about those of us who have less
time left than we’ve already spent. So I got out
the picture above, which seems like it was taken
yesterday, to remember.
Mom is gone, Dad is 90, I’m 64, and our son is now
starting a family of his own in another state. If
I manage to eke out another 25 years I’d be 89, yet
remember a time when 40 was ancient.
Where did the time go? When we’re young time
stands still but as we age the clock starts turning
like a fan. Getting older isn’t for sissies, but it
still beats the alternative.
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