I never thought about my age much. I guess turning 18 was an event because I could drive, and back then you could also drink legally at 18 in NYC. Ironic, when you turned 18 you could drink AND drive…how convenient. And when I turned 21, I could vote. Ronald Regan was the first President I ever voted for, and it’s been a sharp downhill decline ever since. Other than those ‘legal’ landmarks I never really gave my age a lot of thought. But I recently celebrated my 57th birthday. Not a big deal I guess; and 57’s pretty good from where I am standing. And that is the thought I had on that day. If I am fortunate enough, one day I will be able to say, “Boy, I wish I was 57 again.” So when I’m 75, heck when I’m 58, I may very well wish I was 57 again. Age, like most things, is relative. 50 is old when your 20 – but ain’t so bad when you’re 75.
The lesson is for me to be happy to have made it this far and this blessed…RT